Poor Subaru...

Nightfall by Kristin (Er, probably. The author's name was rather difficult to track down).

He paused there, breathing as though he had not breathed in weeks. No sound reached his ears but the lonely piping of a frog, the whine of a mosquito circling about his neck. He could detect no sign of any other presence. Long heartbeats passed, and his vision of a dark-suited man emerging from the leafy darkness began to fade.

Not here, he thought, his head bowing. Not here after all.

Then, like the first pinpricks of a constellation through the ashes of sunset, the fireflies appeared.

Innocence, Beauty and Romance by Darrell Whitney. (Lovely stories make up for occasionally intrusive footnotes).