The Long Midnight

by YourUsername

The blue-tinted neon sign hummed outside the window, casting long, sharp shadows across the floorboards. Character A watched the clock hands tick closer to midnight.

Footsteps echoed faintly down the narrow corridor outside. A key turned softly in the lock, and the heavy door finally pushed inward.

"You stayed up," Character B noted with a quiet smile, shaking off the chill of the evening mist.