Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in the sun.
She spent her days shining beams of light down onto the earth, watching humanity like a daytime soap.
One day she shined a light down and caught a glimpse of a boy.
She stopped and watched a bit longer than usual, something about this boy was different.
He seemed sadder than the rest of the boys, and the longer she watched she came to realize that anything he touched was destroyed.

So the girl who lived in the sun began whispering to the boy who broke everything he touched.
She told him, "Don't cry, I've been watching you". She said, "Don't cry, I will love you, and everything will be okay".

She did, and it was.

The two became inseperable companions and had many adventures, even though they were light years apart and never really touched any deeper than the kiss of hot sun on bone dry skin.

One day the boy didn't whisper back. Two days, then three.
He was tired of being sunburnt, and not even knowing who his lover really was.

On the fourth day he returned to her, and pleaded "Show me who you truly are. I'm alone in this world and I need you now."
She said that in order for him to know her she would have to leave the sun and come to earth,
and the sun was her home, and he just didn't mean that much to her... I guess.

So he cursed the girl who lived in the sun.
She burnt his face one last time, and never shined on him again.

So the boy wandered aimless and lost, for 200 years, until he reached the end of the world.
His eyes sunk into his face so far that birds made nests in the sockets.
Still he sat for another thousand years, shooting bullets at the sky where the sun had once been.
Then something strange happened, he heard a whisper, like the sun, only calmer.

"Stop shooting at me old man, It really hurts"
The boy was shocked. He hadn't heard a voice in 1200 years, neither had he ever realised that in that time we would become an old man.

So he squinted his eyes past the robins egg blue shell past the furthest star to the limits of forever.
There he saw the moon, slowly drifting towards him, pockmarked with craters from the slugs he had fired.

As the years passed, and the moon drew nearer, her whisper growing louder,
The boy who once broke everything began to see who was speaking, her pale frame, deep-set eyes, and crisp voice.
these surrounded him, even from miles away.
She was unlike anything he had known. She walked on her hands and sometimes spoke in tongues.
They shared the stories of their lives.

They cried.

The boy who broke everything, learned to fix things, and never broke a single thing again.
The girl on the moon taught him to reflect, as to not be burned, but also to guide light where it is needed.

But then the girl who fixed the boy who once broke everything, this girl who lived on the moon, decided that she wasn't satisfied with the teaching and fixing and she drifted away.

The saddest boy in the world.
Abandoned by Sun and Moon.
The boy with the heart to fix anything.
The boy with the need to love everything.
The saddest boy in the world.
He just wanted to die.

And they lived, estranged and empty, for quite some time.

the end.