the sun, or jinki, as he liked to go by,
has existed for eons,
forever shining,
providing light for the mortals on earth.

existed.
that was all he did.
he had never truly lived.
not really.

he dreads having to rise, having to go up in flames of glory.

he dreads, hates providing warmth
when his heart itself is ice cold.

jinki is lonely.
so, so lonely.

he sees mortals finding their other half,
sharing kisses,
intimate moments,
laughter,
joy,
tears,
love.

love is one thing that jinki never had.
will never have.

and he wants it
so fucking
much.