I don't know how long I stared at the view in front. It just reminded me of that person that it hurts so much. The orange skies screams out happiness and glee, bright and colorful. Just like a sun. But the sun is setting and soon enough, it will disappear through the night, ending its shift and letting the moon take over.
The oceans crashed against each other, the unruly waves spread in various directions. I am the ocean, dangerous and untameable. But since I met that person, I feel calm. That person brought color to my monotone and frwyscaled life.
That person loved me, accepted my flaws and my whole person. I did the same. And when the sun touches the water. Doesn't it make a magnificent view? The sea reflecting the colors, mirroring and imitating such elements up above, does it not make a heavenly view?
But he is a sun and I am water. If we unite, one of us will get hurt. We might destroy and ruin each other.
That's where love comes in. Love will become our armor. It will protect us from everything. It will become our bridge to each other.
I sighed as I retreated on my bed and sadness enveloped me. Not only sadness but also grief, pain, sorrow and regrets.
Why did my sun disappear?
The world is wrapped in darkness and everything is destruction.
Because the sun died.
