An autumn tree, a winter bird, a summer lake, a blooming flower of spring. Isn't it wonderful?
The ethereal beauty of nature?
Isn't it wonderful how all exist in one world? The fire and water, the earth and wind. All though opposites combine to create this wonderful world and live in harmony...
Years ago, a sacrifice was made, a sacrifice for the creation of this world. A sacrifice which needed one to be burned to death in her presence or shattered to pieces in her absence.
That someone is me, the moon. It's been years, years since I felt her hand brush against mine, years since we could be present with each other, together.
It is the sun for whom I await, yes, the sun, it is because of her that everything on this planet lives. It is because of her that I live.
While one is awake the other is asleep, while one smiles bright the other cries in fright, fright of never meeting, of never feeling each other's presence. Sometimes I wonder, would it be better before the world was created, when I could still smell her scent, brush the fallen autumn leaves off her lush blonde hair, admire her beauty as she glows.
Would it be indeed better if the world was never made? If we didn't have to make a sacrifice? A sacrifice which would separate both of us for the existence of those, those who deceive others, those who don't empathize with others, those who never valued our sacrifice.
And was it worth it? The sacrifice for the creation of this materialistic world?
A question always left unanswered.
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A sacrifice
Short StoryGiving up love for for someone else is not easy. Learn the story of our protagonist the moon and the sacrifices made. Sacrifice of love. Sacrifice for love
