Bits of My Ideas

The Sun & the Sky

He didn't want her to cry, he really didn't.

"I'm here, right here..." he whispered again and again, but she didn't hear.

His warmth wasn't enough to ease her shivering, and his light wasn't enough to brighten her dull eyes.

Instead, he watched her suffer, not having a clue how to help.

He watched her tears streaming down, flooding the waters and waving upon the ground. He watched her sobs wrecking her frame, ringing painfully against his ears. He watched her hands wiping her soft cheeks harshly, which were stained with wetness. He watched her biting her lips, as if to stop herself from calling someone, calling him.

He pulled out his hand to reach, or feel nearer to her as much as possible. But there was something blocking his way, like a thin vile, letting him able to see her but not able to touch.

It was like a torture, but he had to face it every now and then.

~~~

The afternoon was bright with sunlight, cleared of the grey clouds that were lingering before.

"You look beautiful, today." He gave her his best smile, soaked with the warmth she had always craved.

"So, I'm not the other days?" She raised an eyebrow, cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Just because you're here."

"But I make you beautifuller." He spun around as if to prove his point, then faced her again, whose eyes didn't leave him for once. "So, you're beautifuller today."

"You're with me every day," she noted it as a joke, but came out as something more serious, "You're just invisible."

"I'm always visible," he pouted, "You just don't see me."

"And I haven't finished," she bumped his shoulder lightly, smirking. "Do you mean more beautiful, it's that?"

"Whatever."

Despite his nonchalant tone, his eyes were sparkling with fondness, gazing at her like she was the whole world, and she really was.

~~~

She was faking feeling alright, and he sensed it.

"Are you okay?" He traced his thumb over her forehead, pushing off the strays of hair that were making her look clouded. "You don't seem so fine."

"Just a little under the weather, that's all." She knew he didn't like seeing her like that, so she flashed him a small smile.

It was like the world lit up against her smile, even if it was just to please him.

He chuckled quietly, creasing her pale cheeks.

"You don't have to act tough for me. You are for the world."

So, she didn't hide her heart from him, and he was more than grateful.

~~~

The sun was already setting, painting the sky with haunting colours.

"Don't cry," he tried to comfort, but his voice was wavering.

"I'm not," she said. No, she wasn't crying. But her face fell further and further, matching his departure.

"I'll come back tomorrow," he patted her hair for the last time for the day. "I always do."

She didn't say anything, and just stared at his crumbled face stumbling further and further away from her.

"Have fun with your little friend, won't you?"

"He's not the same."

"He's peaceful."

"Not warm and bright like you."

He laughed, except his eyes were betraying him, exposing his feeling buried deep.

She kissed his forehead, then he was gone.

Just because they had to do it every day, didn't mean it became easier.

But they knew they would see each other in the morning. They just had to hold on for the night.

Besides, the moon and the stars would keep her company for the whole night, filling up the void of his warmth. He would send his messages through the moon, giving her his love.

They both would be okay in the morning; they would see each other again after all.

That was just one of the many days for the sun and the sky.

28th January 2023, Saturday.