The sun, it gives us light and waves our planet from freezing. Sometimes in the hot summer days, one might not like it and even blame it for the things they've done themselves but during the cold it's the best thing for the same person. That's how the world is, selfish. The sun, however, is a lot different. It doesn't care who you are or what you do. It just does it's work and takes its leave, like it's doing right now. The setting sun doesn't symbolise a goodbye but a hope of rising again. I wish it was the same with humans, maybe them leaving didn't symbolise goodbye either.

As I stand on the roof of a house we made together, watching the sun set, I can't help remembering him. I can never forget the way he dragged me here for the first time and neither can I forget the way he brought me out of my books. My eyes are attached to the sun, lost in the beauty of nature while my brain goes back to the time he showed it to me for the first time. I sit down on the roof, resting my back with the railing, eyes still not leaving the sight in front of me and mind still focused on the thoughts of him. It's the same everytime, and yet I somehow end up here everytime. At a place where I fell in love with him, fully knowing how dangerous it was.

I sigh, attempting to bring myself out of his thoughts but failing. I always knew it wasn't going to end well, there were so many signs but I ignored them all. I fell for the flower seeing his beauty but unaware of the dangers. I drank the potion of love, not knowing it was poisoned by my lover. My lover. Oleander Belgrave.