---------------• Not once he had felt the obnoxious remind of not being enough. Especially around 6 p.m. When she was gazing at the evening sky covered in its pink and orange light admiration filling her eyes. For he was convinced she never looked at him that way. A pity, indeed. Since anytime her eyes rested at him they mirrored delight. Because even if the sky was there she couldn't have it all for herself. --------------• Because this is my first story in English, please comment if it's acceptable. Enjoy!