The second of my monologues in honour of Moonlight's seventh anniversary. 
Long may it shine in our hearts... 
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Something So Small.
Damask Rose.
Twisting it closed, I replace the lid that glints as I set it onto the night-stand, catching the blurred reflection of her room. Her shadow as she lies there, so still.
There was a time when the colour meant warmth to me, and fullness, more sweetness than I could even think of.
Now all I can do is think of her that day. And the memory of what almost was. Of how different things could be now.
Poor Josef. "What almost was", indeed. 
Like our show, Sarah is like a moment caught in amber. Forever perfect, forever incomplete. Forever loved, and mourned, and yet celebrated. What a perfect way to illustrate the Moonlight fans' experience! Thank you! 
