Sol & Luna [ o.h/u.c. ]

sol ; 1

There she is.

I can see her from where I'm standing. I can see her fake smile and blank eyes, the way she moves like a programmed robot, and how she's physically there but inside, she's somewhere far away.

I wonder where she is?

Is she on a grand carriage, on the way to a huge, majestic castle to meet her perfect prince? Is she lying on the middle of a meadow, sleeping peacefully on a warm afternoon? Or is she somewhere dark and cold, trying to find a light in a sea of darkness?

I want to be that light. I want to give her hope. I want to wrap my arms around her and tell her that everything will be okay. Everything will get better. I want her, I want to see her smile again.

I shouldn't feel this way. I should stop these delusions that I'll ever be her sunlight.

But I love her, I love her so much and it kills me that I can't tell her.