Tears Are For Lovers
Prologue
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He loved both of them. One was the sun, one was the moon. His world revolved around one of them, but he was positive that, had the other vanished from his life, he would be thrown into chaos. They were both his everything. Then he lost them. It was probably his fault, for not being able to keep them. One ran away with a friend. The other cast herself off of a cliff and her blood still stained those rocks. He loved them. He wanted them. He needed them.
Funny enough, he lived for so long, half-clinging to life. Only the memory of the two kept him awake to the world, seeing the changes, watching its people struggle from darkness to illumination and back. Then, with a shock, he saw them. They were together, they were happy, they were calling to be his. He suddenly needed them again, and he rose from his rest to find them and care for them, to be able to love them like he used to, to keep them with him. His heart, shriveled and black, glowed with new life, new light. He was happy.
So he began the long journey to see both of them again, and to claim both for himself.