Leona Grant woke from a nightmare.
In his dream, it was yet another betrayal, another sunset.
He had dreamed of Annabelle Linton again.
He dreamed they were married and in love. But during the wedding, just as they were exchanging rings, she suddenly vanished.
She vanished without a trace. He searched high and low, but she was nowhere to be found.
He panicked and screamed, but she never reappeared.
He felt as if he had been abandoned.
But he didn't give up. He just kept searching.
But he searched his whole life and never found her. In the end, he died, unreconciled.
The dream was incredibly vivid, so much so that it felt real.
Leona Grant sat up. It was dusk; the sun had already set.
He gazed blankly out the window at the vast, pale-yellow afterglow, a sharp pang of sorrow piercing his heart.
He hated this time of day.
It was always when he thought of Annabelle Linton.
He used to come home to find her waiting for him, dinner already made.
