Shattered Suns and Broken Hearts Pt. 8 of 8

Darkness fell, soundling like singing stars, like bells, like fairie laughter. And they held on to one another, their hands gripped tight tight, walking through the shadows, ready to grow their own light, provide their own warmth, and find the blinding beauty in the other.

Shattered Suns and Broken Hearts Pt. 7 of 8

Then he heard another's voice, another screamer, broken and shrill, another shooter. When she'd stopped, he said, "Mad at the sun?"
"What gave it away?" She eyed him, the mascara smeared down her cheeks. "The gun or the screaming?
"I can see it your eyes."
She smiled, her lips trembling, and he extended his shaking hand. She twined her fingers in his as the faint sound of cracking fell into their ears.

Shattered Suns and Broken Hearts Pt. 6 of 8

He tried them all, the rockets, ropes, and radio missiles, but each one failed in turn, adding to the man's fury, making him burn in the sun's light. In his hopelessness, he pulled out his gun and began to fire into the sky, screaming and screaming, until his voice gave out and his gun ran dry.

Shattered Suns and Broken Hearts Pt. 5 of 8

He planned and schemed, working out the details, going through the math, coming up with a way to pull the sun from the sky, shoot it, explode it, shatter it into thousands of pieces.

Shattered Suns and Broken Hearts Pt. 4 of 8

The sun replied, "Do not be angry with sun. It is not sun's fault that sun is so radiant. Sun cannot help what sun was made to be." But the man did not listen, grumbling as he went home, vowing and plotting revenge.

Shattered Suns and Broken Hearts Pt. 3 of 8

So he cursed the sun, cursed its beauty, cursed its warmth, cursed its un-ending happiness.

Shattered Suns and Broken Hearts Pt. 2 of 8

When he finally turned around to take her in his arms and ask if it was beautiful, he stood alone. The absence made him notice the burns on his skin, the spots in his eyes, the smell of dry earth and dead plants.

Shattered Suns and Broken Hearts Pt 1 of 8

Once upon a time, there was a man too blinded by the beauty of the sun to notice what lurked in the shadows. He'd spend his days staring at the sun, thinking she was right behind him, waiting for him, basking in the warm light and smelling the fresh cut grass.