Grian hadn't touched the candles since they were there. He had grown attached to the set up. At night he would fly up to the observatory and sit in front of the candles, he'd always bring a lighter and light up the 2 standing. When the sun rose he would put them out. They never seemed to melt down, they just stood there like they had an infinite amount of wax.

One night Grian forgot his lighter. (which was odd because he always remembered) He shrugged it off and flew back to the alleyway, looking for where he had put it. Grian usually put on top of a barrel in the dark path of the alleyway. While walking over to the area, he saw Voice in the corner of his eye holding the lighter as if it was about to light something on fire. He quickly ran over and grabbed the lighter, but Voice wasn't there.

Back in the observatory Grian lit the candle, he lay down on his back to look at the moon. He didn't care if it was bigger of not. The moon was calming. It brought a fold breeze through the air, Grian breathed it in. He hadn't felt this calm in forever.
"Moon"
"Grian"
"Moon"
"Moon"
"Hello"
"Moon"
Hello was a new one.
"Hi," Grian said back. Grian closed his eyes. He wasn't going to fall asleep, he just wanted to relax and rest his eyes.

While his eyes were closed, the moon went down and the sun started to rise. Grian was still awake, not an ounce of sleep. Grian didn't notice that his company were the voices. They felt strangely calm and comforting.

The sun was just about over the observatory when Grian noticed. He jolted up. He quickly crawled over to the candles and put them out. He jumped up onto the observatory roof. While climbing, Grian remembered his hands were that gray color. The slight tint of purple from that one night which felt like ages ago.

The sun felt hot on his skin, Grian started to get uncomfortable and began to sweat a bit. He hadn't seen the sun in ages, the moon his only friend. He felt like he might get in trouble for being in the light. Grian realized he wasn't sweating like normal. The drips were visible and it wasn't sweat. It didnt just trickle down like a liquid. It was slow and thicker and the color of his skin. It was his skin. He was melting! Like a candle when the flames been going for too long. The hand was melting like wax, the more he stayed out in the sun the more it began to hurt. Like sunburn.

Grian quickly jumped off the roof and glided back into the manmade mountain. His breathing was fast, he tried to calm down. Grian turned his head to see voice, leaned up against the Barrel Beast. It had something between it's fingers.
"Oh well," It said.
It flicked whatever it had in it's hand and dissapeared. Grian was starting to really dislike it. It was getting annoying. He could still tolerate the other voices, but Voice was super irritating. Could he hate the head of voices without hating the little voice community? He didn't know. That felt a little complicated and he was too tired to handle that now.