4by: Samantha Renee' C. Iturralde
A/N: This idea's been buggin' me for a while now so I decided to write it down. hehe ... this thing is completely random. Inspired by Ate Celine's statement: "Have you ever noticed that the ones with the saddest lives always smile the most?"
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The sun symbolizes warmth and all positivity.
It smiles softly above our wondering heads, oblivious to it's individuality.
It is a painful blessing, the sun.
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He watches them ... two elements. That of the day and that of the night. He has been for quite a while. The night in all it's darkness and power and sadness so obvious and exaggerated and the day with all it's mild and smiling phases. Who would have thought it held darkness deeper than the night's black dephts.
Two girls, two elements, two dephts ... and what will he find? It used to make him shudder in excitement and smile in triumph of what is to come. Now, it was different. It hurt to watch. It hurt to write down their names. It hurt to acknowledge their ever developing behaviour. It hurt to know that, for so long, the night is known for it's darkness and melancholy while the sun for it's happiness. Is it really happiness? He's been watching and he knows ... He knows it is not.
Now that he thinks about it, maybe he'll clarify it with the day.
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"Yes?" The youth asks him.
He just continues to watch the setting of the sun through translucent stained glass it was beautiful. The child says nothing, closing the door behind her as she carelessly walks deeper into the room, finding her way to one of the comfortably squishy seats.
He speaks, regardless to what he says. It was almost automatic for him after all the classy things he's gone through. "You're lovely today, now, I would like a word." His words were so casual it made the child squint her young eyes.
"Well, go ahead and speak, sir." She says loosely as she relaxed in her seat.
Finally he turns to her. "What do you think of her?" He says randomly.
"Her? Luna? Well, I feel bad for her. I understand her fully but ... what else can I do but that? I pity her. She's too wild for herself. She has such sadness within her and it hurts me more than it hurts her. She always wants to see people smile. So I smile. I truly am sad for her."
"Solis, do you know why you are kept here, in this place?" He asks her.
"I am here in this facility because my parents are too busy to take care of me. They only want the best for me so ..." Her voice trailed away.
"So that's why your here? Solis, did you know that you are the exact example to the phsycological element we are observing as of now? Solis, you are the Sun. Luna is the Night. For now, in this phycological facility, the sun means happiness and the night means sadness." He explained to her.
"Oh... oh dear ... she is the element of sadness? No wonder all she talked about with me is how life turned out to be so cruel to her. I believe it is ... to her ... It had been too kind to me but to her ..." She thoughtfully voiced out.
"No. It's different Solis, Life has been cruel to both of you. But did you ever notice? You never cry. I've been watching you two. She always cried at night. And you? You always had that smile plastered on your face." He said rather harshly.
Her eyes were wide, her lips strangely still held a hint of a smile. "Smile?" Her eyes were blank. She never showed fear or sorrow. Only a smile.
He snapped his fingers and a the lights were out, a projector was pulled out of the closet and it started rolling. A picure started to animate itself on the wall.
"Have you ever seen her smile?" He asks the youth.
"rarely ..." She softly answered.
"Watch her. Watch as she trudges and kicks that little toy on the ground. The one you've outgrown." He tells her.
"I'm watching ..." She says.
"Watch her closely. Watch as she trudges. She loves it. She loves the fact that she is dark. It is a comfort to her that she is powerful and deep. She loves the fact that she can hate herself so much. She loves her depression. She loves her difference. She intensifies it. Makes it more obvious. And because of that, you are obscured, Solis. You are ignored. You are nothing but warmth and happiness. You have no depth to her and that makes her feel different form others ... makes her feel special." He explains as their eyes watch the night sit on her bed and start to cry softly.
She is silent. Her eyes are wide and her lips are smiling unwillingly.
"However, you are deeper that anything I have ever come across Solis. Have you ever felt being burnt?" He asks, throwing her a sideway glance.
"Yes ..." She answers involunatirily.
"Tell me ... did you like it?" He asks.
"No ..." She answers.
"Your burning, Solis." He says simply.
"Oh." Was all she said.
"Your whole body is burning. You are the sun, Solis. The sun is dying despite it's ever burning flame. We are yet to discover that that flame is not part of the sun. It is a surface of warmth. Your energy has withered, used by the ever growing flame to burn you. But despite all this, you've forced yourself to keep on smiling. And now, you smile. You've forgotten how cry, Solis. Your body has gone dry. Your dying. Your body is burning for others. Giving them warmth and happiness. You let yourself burn. It comforts you that others enjoy your heat. But you are being obscured. Your burning is being ignored. Many prefer the night because of it's powerful and dark air. your depth and darkness is unnaturally strong that people start to hate it and so they move on to the night, not understanding you, the flames too thick and too hot. I've been watching both of you and from afar I've gotten this much." He told her.
She stayed silent, watching the night crying herself to sleep.
"oh." And she silently smiled her life away.
end.