​​Clara sat and watched as the sun met the moon and the moon met the stars all while waiting for her Adaline. “I miss her” Clara spoke softly as she teared up, the nightfall took the evening sun, but Adaline never came. Lin slept in the window cell waiting for something that never arrived. For all she knew was that her lovely Adaline was dead. Burned at the stake for the crime of being a witch. She wished the day never came. she wished the night never would fall. Lastly, she wished she never saw the flames that consumed her dear Adaline at the stake in front of the old tree. they once kissed under the beautiful moonlight when the fireflies would light up the way back to her once warm home now it was only an empty shell of once lived happiness.