When Renae and Marcus graduated from tenth grade, they made a promise.
A promise both held onto for years. No matter how much they grew a part from each other, they took care of it by remembering it every now and then.
This promise, for both of them was their only hope. A precious hope that was priceless for them. A hope that no other hope could replace.
This was a hope that no matter how they were now, it didn't matter. It was a hope that their friendship could be taken back in time and be brought right back.
This promise was to meet each other, no matter who they are or where they were in life they had to meet at the school grounds after ten long years.
Both Renae and Marcus were waiting for that day in life.
Sometimes I wished they hadn't just waited on that day and just talked out things and go back to the old times.
A wish is just a selfish desire huh?
Marcus for once, never forgot about that day. Before he got to bed every night, he'd go out of the house and looked at the sky above and said,
"Hey, tomorrow is going to be a new day and Renae will wake up and live her life without me. I hope she survives, I hope someone can take my place and be the Sun for her. That's what I wished upon any shooting star for my entire life, except when I once wanted a bicycle."
While, Renae would lay on her bed every night, counting the days and before going to sleep wondered how the moon was.
She kept took the Bible beside her and hugged it every single night as she fell asleep, whispering,
"Marcus, you were my Sun but I lost myself as the moon. I lost myself but then I found another Sun that I could hugged to bed every night, so my only wish is if you could sometimes hope whether I am shining as brightly as the moon in the sky is."
Both of their wishes were granted but none of them knew about it.
All they ever thought about was how both of their worlds each had a Sun and a moon but everything was displayed in black and white.
Slowly they knew what was fading, if only ten years of their time could fast forward and renew the colours that they had lost.
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