Without the Sun

He could see it. The sun that shone with so much brightness, sweeping over the mountain top landscape, casting shadows and warming the earth.

Something deep inside him ached, every time he saw the first rays of the sun. A part of him that was locked away; the part of himself he knew was the reason he was in this cave in the first place. A part of himself that felt as though he lost something that he could never have back...something important. Something he couldn't help but yearn for, grieve for.

The worst part was that he could never feel the warmth, the rays of the sun, he could look but never touch. They never reached him here and he only had the cold rock of his prison to try to keep him warm.