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

sol ; 3

It was hot today, the sun was shining brightly as if mocking our miserable lives by giving us false hope that everything will get better. It made me want to stay in bed all day and wallow in self-pity because I don't want to hope anymore.

But despite all that, I wish to be like the sun. I want to be the last man standing when everyone else has given up, I want to light up the darkest days and make everyone think that, hey. It's not so bad. If I couldn't be that for everyone, at least I wish I could be her sun.

Then I saw her. Her once twinkling eyes have been clouded with despair, but I know deep inside she's still there.

I wondered why she wore a sweater when it was ridiculously hot out.

She kept on pulling its sleeves which were long enough to cover her hands. I stared at her, how sometimes she bites her lip and her eyes droop down. How she always seemed to hide her arms whenever her friends are there.

Then I knew why.