We sat together at home, the television blaring bad news. I turned it off, of course; there was a look of pain on your face.
"How did your parents know?"
"Know what?"
"That they were in love."
You began.
She saw him on the horizon, mounting his chariot. He held paint brushes and pallets. He held reds, purples, and oranges; the life of a sunrise was in his hands.
She knew that he painted the sky for her, the only way he knew how to show her that this was true love.
She watched him flick his reigns, and the horses took off. He flew from the horizon, up and up again, climbing towards the middle of the sky.
Luna waved, knowing her time was up. The handsome creature waved back, and blew her a kiss. She caught the kiss, and held it to her cheek.
"My Apollo," she whispered. The kiss of the sun god made a tiny imprint on her cheek. Two perfect, glowing lips appeared on her cheek. She felt love; the truest ever known.
"That's the story they told me, anyway," you said, noticing my shocked expression.
"That's amazing!" I exclaimed. "It's a shame that they are… well…"
"A world apart?"
"Yeah…"
