"Baby, do you know why the sun sets and the moon rises?" His mother cooed at his four year old sister. She was so perfect, the boy thought. So perfectly adolescent, protected by her innocence.
"Why mama?"
"Because the sun loves the moon so much, he dies every night to let her breathe." The boy answered in place of his mother. "He surrenders his warmth so he can watch her illuminate the skies."
The little girl frowned unsatisfied. "If the sun really loved the moon, wouldn't he find a way for them to be together?" Maybe she wasn't so innocent.