I couldn't look, couldn't stare, and then suddenly he was the sun again. So bright it blinded, so hot it melted, so abrasive it threatened to burn me alive.

And I wasn't enough -wasn't strong enough, good enough, worthy enough- to ever be under the Sun. I would be consumed, surely, as a moth drawn to a flame, I should've just turned away before setting myself on fire, before being tempted to embrace a warmth I've never known -one I couldn't possibly handle.

But then again, as a moth drawn to a flame, there was no way I could've gotten away from him. It was never an option. I was simply meant to combust under wonderful blaze of his existence. And perhaps that on itself wasn't really that bad at all.


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