The Sun and the Moon: Epilogue

            We met on the first day of autumn. I was coming up for a smoke, but that thought of having a cigarette completely disappeared from my mind after seeing her. Her windswept hair will remain forever imprinted into my brain. The dark rings that hung beneath her honey caramel eyes was unmistakable.  Every living piece of her spoke of her misfortunes. So I saved her that day, and my life turned upside down.

            Is it selfish of me to say this? But I knew she loved me – not in a sisterly way, rather, how a woman looks at a man. I was so focused on distracting myself from the pains and sorrows Eun Hye left behind that I completely objectified Hana. She was a toy who would always bank her trust in me. And yet, when she found someone to love, I was the reason why they broke up.

            My feelings towards Hana were completely platonic. The things I said to her were true – for the most part, at least. Sure, I liked her. But I didn’t like her like I liked Eun Hye. They say first love is the hardest to get over. Yet, I could never bring myself to forget Eun Hye. And when I finally realized what kind of monster lied within Eun Hye, it was already too late to save Hana.

            She was broken, like me.

            The sun and moon work together to create a balance in the solar system. She was my moon, and I was her sun. She couldn’t live without me, for I, was a necessity in her life. Hana was my moon, which was fitting for the role she played in my life. She was beautiful to look at, but I didn’t need her like how she needed me.

            In my dying moments, I realized that the philosophy of life being a cycle was quite true. We are born babies, and as we mature into adulthood, we return to acting like a baby in our last moments on Earth. But for me, I could never fulfill the cycle. I was so immersed in loving Eun Hye that I didn’t love Hana. It’s selfish of me, isn’t it? I took Hana down with me, because she knew that without her sun, she couldn’t live.

            But now that her sun has died out, how is the moon going to live without the sun?

            The moon may be lonely, but there’s always Earth to count on.

            I may not be able to walk alongside Hana on the wedding aisle, nor will I be able to picture her giving birth. Despite knowing this, the Sun can always count on Earth to accompany the Moon.