Don't get too close to the sun or you'll get burned. Whise words that he couldn't take serious until too late.
As the young men strolled through the city night, the noisy streets kept his ears occupied, but because he had a wish, he could only want to meet her again. He got close, he tasted the warmth of a sun more beautiful than the entire solar system, more playful than any friend and more eye catching than any idol, or so he thought. The little sun glowing inside his illusions was just an ordinary girl like him, who once fell in love and then withered, but the young men could not care about one crunchy petal when the whole flower is bloomed, so he made a promise to himself: "if the sun can give out light, I will become the black hole that protects it from threats". Little did he knew that the sun was way bigger and stronger than the little black hole he was.
As he continued his walk between shops, lighten by street lights and smoking people, he came across a little rose that had two withered petals. The men dropped to his knees to observe, to taste it's scent, but another fragile human bumped him on accident. Luckily, the flower only lost one withered petal and survived, but the men though that the beauty of the flower only stopped touching the sky.
He moved on with his life, back to finding the item he was searching for at such hour.
The sun looked through the colored shelfs full of clothes, jumping from one to another to search for the most fashioned shirt she could find.
Lost the search, the girl buzzed like a bee on working hours to another shop, but stopped at a rose, observing the little flower with one missing and one withered petal. She touched it, and so, she spotted another petal that started to wither. With her fingers, she gently got rid of the two petals and moved on, the sun kissing her face and the weather as clear as it could in such a city, a good day.
On her stroll, she found her eye getting dragged to a silhouette, something about this person clinged to her vision. Yes, it was the young men, just across the street and climbing a small tree to rescue a cat, but he spotted her too, so he tried harder to catch her glaze, forcing his chest forward and focusing on the task. She feels the awkward tension he's putting up, trying to win her like a bird. By the time the boy climbs down with the cat in hand, the girl was already gone. The black hole tried to fill himself with the praises from the cat owner, but he still felt empty, as if he's actions were never rewarded, but even so, the boy felt a warmth of seeing her that could only described as the sun rays in winter.
The wind forced to move with the push of the girl's legs brushed against the fallen petals of the rose, separating them.
As of the free time of the boy, he felt weakened, unsatisfied with the results of the day, so he amplified that feeling with music, clinging to the hope he had left, drying off, accepting that feeling until he only felt that way.
The girl killed the time online, chatting with friends and playing games, trying to forget any loneliness built up and forge another sensation of safeness.
Many, many days passed. The rose had half of the remaining petals drying, withering, while the other half clinging tight to health. The sun kept the routine while the black hole tried to change the day to night, even if it meant he would never see the sun again, but the warmth it felt, it didn't budge and the hunger for it only grew. The black hole hang by a thread, once a giant unbreakable wall now back to a boy clinging to life, not to health, he forgot how to care about himself or others, he burned to a crisp: 'if I'm gone, would she care? If my world ends here, will she follow me or move on? I don't want either, I am not a black hole, I am Mammon, the sin of greed and I can't even fight for what I truly want'.
As time passed and the rose didn't had enough health to support it's own weight, so it fell towards the ground, drinking the rain water desperately with sirens moving in the air as the sun continued to cling, but this time, not to health, but to hope, a false miracle to happen and for all to be an elaborate joke. The rose started to crumble, smaller and more withered than ever.
Time passed, the girl still held onto that hope, that miracle that never happened, onto the promise she made herself to wake the boy up, even if she had to throw away her dream and become a medic. Her years of studying left her here, before him in his unconscious form, breaking her from inside.
"Why did you jump? Why you jumped in front of that car? Were you really were that tired of me? Please, don't leave me alone"
But no matter how much time passed, the boy never woke up and the sun withered away too. Her family getting worried, her friend noticing it too. They worked to the bone to keep her away from remembering, but, her wish for his awakening wasn't heared by any Gods, instead, it was heard by a Demon who didn't hesitate to break her completely.
He was thirty when the black skies covered the ground again, but this time, he was completely hollow inside. The ground shook with cries from every direction, but the one who was the quietest, screamed the loudest. Her heart melted and the last of her hopes changed, took another form, that of a blade without a handle, thus the single dead rose was cut from it's stem.
At her funeral, more have cried, some found a pleasant feeling from the sight of her and some just nodded in understanding for her response.