"Have you ever…been in love, before?" he asked, gradually—and embarrassment had quite reddened his pale cheeks.
"I have," she replied curtly, and set down her tea cup to the saucer on the floor, "You see, I am having an affair with the sun."
"The sun. I long for my fingertips and my chest, and my hair to be makeshift capsules of light. I desire it so, but I can never quite curl my grip around the beams there… Almost in the same way a mistress yearns for another’s husband. Oh!" she cried, wrapping her arms tightly around her skeletal frame and waltzing toward the open window. "I do so adore the sun."
He watched her back curiously from the leather arm chair. He could barely hear her when she pleaded mournfully to the horizon,
"…don’t go away." She paused, and continued as soft as the tear that went down her cheek: "I wanted to be a nun. So that I could at least belong to the One who made the sun."
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