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But I’m the sun, and he’s the sky, and I don’t know how to exist without him.
But now it’s just the day the sun died.
“Fleeting beauty is the most precious kind. You appreciate it more.”
I keep myself busy to the point of exhaustion, because if I don’t burn out… I’ll burn away. And that seems infinitely worse.
It’s foreign because I’m a foreigner in my own life. A stranger. I’ve lost my way, and I’m not sure how to get back to the girl I used to be.
She’s not sunshine. She’s glittering nightfall, pale moonlight, silver stars in midnight skies. She’s that beacon of light when darkness threatens and consumes. No, she’s not the sun… Melody is the moon.
“You taste exactly like your smile.” Melody’s chest heaves as she drags her nails down my jaw, then my neck. “What does it taste like?” “Mine.”
We’re storytellers, you and me.
I’m Charlie’s sun, and I’m Parker’s moon. I can be both. I’m an eclipse.
“The sun never dies, though. It only sets,”
“Then it rises, and a new day begins.”
They say that home is where the heart is… And I know I found them both when I found her.
