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Why does the sun rise? Why does it set? Because the world goes round? Because time is inevitable? Questions lingered in his mind, running in circles like frozen horses on a merry go round.
But it matters not, the reason that stands behind the rose-tinted sky o’er the peeking light from the east, he’ll simply stay and watch his lover’s silhouette dance to the song of the daybreak.
He’s grateful for the rising sun, shining golden rays through the cracks of the window pane in their bedroom, bathing his lover in bronze glitters, making him shine brighter than a dream. Watching his skin glitter in gold under the rays of dawn is a spectacle only for his eyes to witness, a spectacle gifted by the cockcrow.
He’s grateful for the setting sun, painting the heavens in colors of love, desire, bliss, and song. And with the picturesque beauty above, he held his lover’s hand, pulled him close, and clung his lips onto the other’s. Like a film scene, a work of art, a masterpiece gifted by dusk.
When his gaze lands to meet Eddy’s, all his wondering about why the world goes round, or what force makes it so fades out into a void of lost thoughts. There’re a thousand things he learned at school that could answer his random little queries regarding the natural movement of each day, however, he needs not to ponder about the science of it all to understand why the world shines the way it does.
Eddy was his gravity, pulling him in orbit. He was his sun, his never-ending cycles of sunrises and sunsets, he was the infinite number of days that go on as time runs tirelessly. He was the golden light, the home-like warmth that washes over him day to day.
He was the artist that painted the sky in colors that reflect the colors of his heart.
And as he squeezed Brett’s hand back, he splattered a thousand hues over a monochromatic world. The way their bodies touched as they pulled each other closer under the dim cast of twilight was a trip to paradise, a thing to ponder over. It was Eddy that made him look forward to each awaiting sunrise; it was him who made him swim in the colors of the sunset.
The familiar waltz their lips danced in made it rain colors of melted pastel, forming oceans in the shade of true love, home, and comfort.