She stands in the rain waiting for a huge change.
He watches from the window waiting for his guts to show up.
She was twirling around in the garden smiling up to the world and willing to shine more than her given name. He lived for the his parents, gritting his teeth to prove them wrong and make it all change as they always hoped.
They are nothing similar and yet the same, looking for a sparkle that could set them on fire and will allow them to be free.
She took her chance so long ago, asking to be different and to be sorted among the enemies, to make her loving daddy see that she's not like the whole family wants her to.
He's the laid back one, he's silent and quiet and tries everything to hide from what surrounds him, fighting in the dark to let the light of freedom shine forevermore.
Despite her name she's the sun, he's not cursed but he's the moon.
They are not supposed to ever meet, to keep on going ignoring each other's lives and sorrows holding their heads up and always smiling. But they are meant to be together and cannot be divided, not even by death itself.
So she waits under the rain, her eyes daring his stare to look away. She will never tell, not even to him, but she's scared, for a tiny little bit.
He's scared because she's chaos and fighting and crying and nothing he's used to. And he watches down at he, soaking wet and crying, looking up at his window.
They meet in the middle of the street, he hugs her so tightly ,so afraid of letting go, she responds eagerly and smiles for the first time in months.
Maybe they are cursed, forced to never be apart, lighting each other's existences and damning their souls for good.