Once during a time when the earth was simple, the Sun shone brighter than anything.
The people were grateful and admired him, he was the source of all their warmth.
But he was lonely, all by himself in the vast skies.
Then there was the Moon. She would rise into the sky as soon as the Sun grew weary and began to disappear.
Her radiance was a sad kind of beauty, one that went unnoticed as people slept.
The stars watched her, hoping that one day they would get close enough so she wouldn't feel so empty.
But they could never reach her.
The Moon was untouchable, surrounding herself with a blanket of darkness through the cold nights.
Until one day when the Sun was sliding out of the Heavens, he caught a glimpse of her.
So just as the stars were wandering off, the Sun fell in love. Like a snowball hurdling down a mountain.
How he wished to see her more than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk.
But the Moon was untouchable.
"Go", she whispered to him, her voice as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of the morning.
"Go and let me breathe, for you and I have decided fates.
You illuminate the day
and I cast a glow on the night.
We will never be. We would go against what all people believe, all they know."
During the summer he would stay just a little longer, in case she changed her mind. But it was no use.
"Don't you dare abandon your blessing of light for my darkness."
Those were the last words the Moon spoke to the Sun.
The Sun could feel her peaceful soul and it soon became clear;
He would die each and every night to let his true love breathe, for it would put an end to all her misery.
And this is the story about how the Sun loved the Moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.