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Astronomy Lessons
Naoji never really considered how it would ever come to this; he'd grown accustomed to the heat of Ludwig's devotion, the intensity of his adoration. He was never really given a choice, in the beginning, to love him or not. Ludwig had simply swept him up one day and perhaps it was in his brightness, his fervent adamancy that Naoji belong to him that he had simply let himself be had. Ludwig had become his sun, a phenomenon that he'd expected every morning to rise and retire every evening by his side. He'd never expected this to cease, as he imagines no one ever expects the apocalypse sun, to remain basked in darkness where there should have been light. But, he supposes, he's been a pale moon to Ludwig's sun all this time, not the twin star he'd required of him. And when the light of Ludwig's affections had wavered upon him in an inattentive moment, Ludwig had realized that there had been nothing of love shining back upon him, that the reason Naoji's seemingly quiet affections had been so familiar were because they had been his own, reflected from a polished surface.
No one would have ever expected that it would be the sun to leave his pale moon – and even the moon had never, beneath his light, considered it.
So now Ludwig is someone else's sun, someone else's brilliant day and consuming night. He has found himself another consort, one who's light shines not so bright as his own but shines, nonetheless. And though Naoji cannot say for certain that he has ever truly loved, he simply looks on, biting back his lip instead of his indominance– feeling small and fragile and very cold for seemingly no reason at all.
