Sunshine! It always bought up a smile on his face when he saw one. And with the smile came memories. Memories of a little Sunshine. She was 8, a year younger than he was. Even then, like now, he couldn’t define love, but he did feel one. They couldn't be separated from each other since they were 3; much to the envy of the other kids they did everything together. They were made for each other. He & little sunshine. The rest of the whole world was plain boring and they wouldn’t be bothered or cared about except for may be sunshine's parents. He didn’t care much about his.
They were the best of friends, inseparable, attached like no other could. Not like they didn’t disagree, they did disagree and fought on a lot of things, ranging from the color of her frock (which was pink and he thought it was YUCK!!), to the shape of the clouds .He thought the cloud looked like big fire breathing wing spread dragon (she thought it was a shapeless mass of cloud). But this disagreement didn't stop him from taking her to the cliff side on a sunny and yet a rainy day. She hadn't believed him the last time when he told her how spectacular the rainbow looks from the top, so he just wanted to show her this time. And they ran, fell and again ran in the muddy path leading to the cliff. Panting and wet both of them were awestruck at the sheer beauty arching its way through the clouds to a point far away on both sides. The look on her face was worth it. She leapt in joy clapping as if it they were in a rock concert. She ran to the edge of the cliff. Her wet frock fluttered slightly in the wind. Her wet hair ran widely like snakes on her shoulder. she opened up her arms as if trying to reach out and hug the beautiful view in front of her. "Its sooo beautiful.. I love u " she yelped and turned around. That was the last instant he caught her beautiful eyes.. Happy and lovely like it always was. And then her body jerked backward and down the cliff. Horrified he ran, not towards the cliff but away, he ran, his tears mixed with the waters from the heaven. Reached up to their favorite place, the tree house outside his house and climbed in and locked himself. He could feel her here. Her favorite painting of a big yellow frog with a big dirty mustache (even though it didn’t really look like a frog but which she claimed 1 day would be kept next to the Mona Lisa) was taped on the wooden wall. Her hair clip was lying in a corner next to a box of old stale cookies.
To this day it was the same. Years had passed.
Looking out of his bedroom window at their tree house, which had still looked fresh almost 70 years after, he felt a weird sensation rip through his body as the sharp rays of the morning sunshine hit his pale white skin. This sunshine was different it was coupled by a dark shapeless mass of clouds and a drizzle. And taking out his old reliable walking stick he walked, ran.. started to pant.. and so walked again.. and then ran.. to the edge of the cliff. He was alone this time but he was wet just the same. Throwing away the stick he yelped in joy, though it sounded more like a groan and was accompanied by a fit of coughs. Nonetheless spreading out his arms he felt the same joy he had seen in her eyes. And he savored the beauty around. As a tears trickled down his eyes.He turned around and peered at the sunshine. It was bright, he flickered his eyes, and slowly the bright light filled his eyes. The warmth filled his heart as he spoke "I love you too Sunshine" and then, just like that, everything went dark, and he collapsed into the shadows of the cliff.
