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The sun rises from behind the far off trees and mountains in the horizon, the last sunrise I will see. I can’t say it's beautiful; it’s mediocre at best, lacking its usual colors and instead being a simple fade from a dark purple to blue. The sun doesn’t get covered by any clouds, painting it in bright orange, it simply rises like the morning is something unimportant. It’s disappointing, despite how much I wished myself to adore this last one. I mean, how sad is that? Trying to appreciate something that’s meant to be wonderful but instead finding it to be less than anything you expected? I hated myself for that, but I suppose that’s why it's my last one.
When it fully rises, the sun hits me straight on. It’s warm and burns me, but I don’t move. Why would it matter if I got sunburns? Who knows the next time I’ll feel this kind of real warmth, I need to appreciate it, even if it hurts. I lay down then, the shingles on the roof I’m on being undoubtedly uncomfortable, though not enough for me to really care. It scratched my back and arms and I simply let it because it’d be foolish to waste the sunlight and grab something to make it better.
How long I stay there isn’t something I remember. I must have gotten hungry at some point, surely, or have had the pain be too much to where I had to go inside, but It’s hard to tell when time itself doesn’t seem to move straight-forward. Maybe I fell asleep, maybe I stared up at the bland sky for so long that the time passing seemed to blur together. What matters is that the sun had made its circle across the sky and now it was darkening once again.
I remember turning around and the few minutes as I watched it fall behind the horizon once again. It felt like déjà vu, the way it looked then.
It didn’t look beautiful enough, I’m assuming.
The next thing I remember looking at the moon and stars from my window, acting as my only bit of light for my room.
Maybe, in another universe, I’d wake up in the morning and the sunrise would be the prettiest thing I’d ever see, and I’d say hello to my family, and I’d live through another sunrise, sunfall and moonlight.
But that’s not where I am, and here there’s a note on the floor and a silent house devoid of anyone else, and a moon that looks down upon me like it did every other day.