Saiparon

Mmmm, m a t h . 
          	
          	Oh, how I hate it.

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@Saiparon don’t worry. Life is difficult like math you need to add the plus.
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Saiparon

Nobody asked for my school story, but here ya go;
          
          “We’re just two parallel lines and nothing more. I shall keep myself at a safe distance from you, never touch you and never collide. We can only move forward until the point we meet and everything might be fine… but are we just two parallel lines and nothing more?”
          
          Once upon a time, when the formation of the universe was on its primary stage, existed two beings. The Moon and the Sun. There existed a world between them, littered with the ruins of broken pieces that the Universe created by its destruction. They named the planet Tellus. Both were guardians of the galaxies, and they both watched the planet turn into vibrant colors. The world was contemptuous, and it soon began to evolve. The moon stared, a frustrating expression erupted on his chiseled chin. He loafed in her warmth, wishing that he could feel the tingles of gentle flames to his skin. He never looked at her until she was leaving, and in the beauty of the sunset, he wondered how he’d never seen her before. 
          
          The Sun, however, ached for him. He was lonely, so full of imperfections, but he shined in the times of darkness, his beauty overlapping the ocean waves. The Sun loved the Moon so much, she lost her breath every night to let him live. For the sun is an eternal lover, forever parted from her Moon. Centuries and spaces across her love still brighten his darkness and he lights up her world at night. Their love began to shake the world, as they were by each other’s side every day. This confused the people greatly, for no one could ever tell whether it was day or night. To correct this, the gods separated them, cursing them to chase each other in the sky, forever, and always apart. But their love was strong, stronger than the gods. Spring was the most favored time for the Sun and the Moon because they could finally be together, even if it was only for a limited time.

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The gods began to vanish, and soon her lover was joining them too. The Moon caressed her cheeks, loud anguish of cries designated the Universe and he placed a gentle kiss on her burning lips “You’ll break yourself if you’re near me!” the Sun cried, shoving him away with all her might, but he stuck to her like glue, he was beginning to melt into her arms. The Universe began to shatter, the world fell down to its doom. The Sun quivered as the pain soon made their limbs numb, and with his final breath, he whispered. “I will forever be in your arms... I will forever love you...” and began to melt and emerge into a meteorite. The Sun embracing nothing but, shallow stones and specks of dust in her hands. The Sun let out a piercing cry, screaming into the void as she begged for him to come back, but the void only listened to her desperate pleas. The void was not a kind being, however, they offered her one wish; for her to be eternal of the life of his remains. In a desperate effort, she accepted and became the mother of the planet that littered with his body, Earth. 
            
            “And while Earth is now the planet she sought she will protect,” A guy with white, curly hair spoke out loud, watching in glee as the children stared at him with teary eyes and wonder. “Legends say that when the sun smiles,” he adjusted his eyelids at the sun, feeling his eyes burn at the scorching light. An ethereal glow makeshift his gorgeously sculpted face. He smiled, lovingly. 
            
            
            
            “The Moon will sometimes smile back.”
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One spring night, they sat by the edge of the world “Why do people like you, Sun?” the Moon asked, a breath of air flowed through his dull painted body. The Sun smiled faintly, her golden hair locks tickled his hand as she spoke, “It’s because I am a beautiful lie, while you, my dear Moon, are the painful truth.” the Moon stiffened at her words, but it was true. For the people cried in the nightfall because the sky was tragically beautiful. It was a graveyard full of stars for people to mourn. “Maybe so,” he muttered as both of them sat in silence and watched the stars. 
            
            Sometimes, the stars would whisper. The sun and the moon are lovers who rarely meet, always chasing each other in an endless cycle, and always ending up on the opposite side of the coin. But today was special. The world stared in awe of their eclipse and they began to crumple, disperse and collapse. The gods were enraged, and as a final curse, they cursed that the Sun would burn the Moon. The burning flames penetrated his skin and his stone-hard skin began to crumble. The Sun screamed at the Moon, their bodies burning painfully.
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