"This." Jeremy moaned at the taste of the Green Apple tea he just bought from the vending machine by their cafeteria to enjoy the night of cold rain that he found comforting. The rain had always comforted him for when he would cry, the rain would never have him feel alone. To him the rain was a metaphor for the sky crying along with him. And that brought him solace, for it told him that he is not walking alone. Just like how, wherever in the world he would walk to or be taken by his fate to, the sun and moon would also tag along and follow him around, sticking to that one top corner of the sky when he would look up to shine upon him, which brought him comfort that he was not alone.
But the moon's light too belonged to the sun which makes it the sun that would be the only one with him alw
