Prologue

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I am not asking for forgiveness, or for a star to fill my sky. This time, I don't want you to be the sunshine that lights my day, and shows the world to my tiny peas eyes. I don't want any light, but I want to appreciate the darkness. Why did I love the sun, when all it has done was take my beauty away? I want to understand every aspect in this dark room I always ran away from. In fact honey, it isn't scary at all. But it was you who made me scared of it. It was you who made me determined to your light, that I couldn't ever think of cheating on you with the moon. This moon, the black sky full of those dead bodies spirits looking at me all from that far distance while I am just lying on the seashore, they all told me that the sun was nothing but a love to an enemy. Could your enemy love you one day? Even if it did, in return you will have to abandon your own self, and that is not what we ask you to do. You, my sun, made me think that all that the dark skies wanted from me was my appearance, but here it is so quiet. I have talked to them, and loved them, the silence of our presence, and the presence of our spirits, this is what the moon emphasizes on. My sunshine, it is time for you to rest and set as I know now that what you always feared was nothing about this universe, but it was about me finding my own spirit. I wish I could show you another role to play, but this is your own destiny, this is who you were meant to be; the sun. As much as I loved you, know that your sunshine was enough to burn this love into diamonds that decorated the black sky I live under; my stars. And somewhere in another universe, I would gift you one of those stars, but I know that you would be too cold to stand holding a burning star. 

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