Page 120 of Inside the Sun

It’s not until Sun comes with full power for a second time that I finally let myself dive into bliss too. And it is a fall, full-on free fall. I empty myself into him—well, into the condom—shot after shot. Fuck. It’s so good! What a relief. I don’t remember ever feeling this wonderful with anyone else. Why do we have such amazing chemistry?

Eventually, I pull out, slide off the condom, and hold it up in front of his face for some reason, so he can see. It’s so heavy and full, it looks like I hid a tennis ball inside. Don’t ask me why I do it. It’s just my thing.

Then I stash it in the plastic bag I brought just for this. Yeah. I guess I was subconsciously planning to fuck.

I step back, watching him closely.

And just like last time, Sun starts trembling.

Then he breaks! Starts sobbing.

Fuck, not again! Not again!

He’s still facing away, bent over, leaning on the window frame. I’m standing behind him, feeling a strange wave of anxiety. Not something I experience often.

If we were in a relationship, I would hold him, hug him. Stroke his hair, I think. That would be a ‘relationship’ thing to do, right?

But that’s not what this is. There’s no room for that here. It would only hurt more, make things so much worse.

So, I clench my jaw, wrestling with my own emotions.

Then I say, "I’m sorry I keep repeating it, but I can’t promise to save you, Sun."

"I know," he chokes out, wiping his nose and finally standing upright.

His beautiful face turns to me, still streaked with tear tracks. On the right side, I notice a red mark I somehow missed before, a slap from Anzo, the bastard.

"Hang in there, Sun. Maybe a miracle will happen," I whisper, hoping it will cheer him up a bit, but the next moment, he says something that makes my heart skip.

Sun exhales slowly and…

"You know, before Anzo’s present husband, Summer, his brother Moon lived here. Summer claims Moon has certain… abilities. He told Summer… that he shouldn’t kill Anzo. If he did, the paths that lead to happiness for many people would be cut off…" He trails off, then zips up his pants and walks over to the gazebo window.

Staring out, he adds, "If Anzo… being alive somehow benefits so many people, then maybe I just have to endure this?And quietly hope that I’m part of that prophecy too?" He lifts his eyes to me, searching for some sign that his belief isn’t foolish.

My chest tightens. Something wedges itself in my throat. What could I even say to him? That things were bad with Moon before I left for the army?

I used to come home from my bike rides and find Moon gone. Our parents would be frantic, calling hospitals and shelters. He’d come back after a few days, half-conscious, high, filthy. What he did or where he went, we preferred not to ask. But when the visions came again, flooding in, overwhelming, that’s when he’d spiral into madness.

He’d thrash around on the bed, sobbing, tugging at his hair. Then he’d bolt, looking for a fix. Over and over again.

While I was deployed, our parents found him a job at an animal shelter, and it saved his life. Being around abandoned, sick, often neglected animals gave him something to hold onto. He still used, but less. In a safer environment.

And then he met Anzo… and our lives shifted onto a whole new track. One heading straight toward catastrophe.

Should I trust Moon’s prophecies? I want to. I know he’s a rose omega, which means he’s predisposed to supernatural gifts. But can he control them?

I’ve read up on it. Abilities like his usually fall into two categories: spontaneous and trainable. The first kind flares up in moments of emotion, trauma, pain, or stress… The second kind develops over years, slowly and with discipline. You can train it, harness it.

Moon, in my opinion, had the first type. His visions came in bursts—random, chaotic, triggered by distress or in strange trance states. He couldn’t control them. He barely even understood them. At least at the time he lived with us.

But Sun doesn’t know that. And maybe that’s for the best? Because it gives him something he badly needs: hope.

I hesitate, then say carefully, "Yeah… there are people like that. If Moon had a feeling, then maybe this really will end well. Somehow," I whisper it, desperate to offer him something, even if I don’t have much optimism myself.

Sun presses his lips together and falls silent for a moment.

"There are people like that in my own family. My brother, Snow, he’s kind of like a wizard. That’s what my dad says. He also gets these… feelings, visions. Not often, it’s not his main thing, he has other abilities. I remember as a kid, I was miserable once, fighting a fever. He sat next to me and said he could make the world feel magical. He touched me and… something weird happened. The whole world changed colors. It pulsed, like it was becoming alive. Everything lit up, as if it belonged to some other… dimension. After I got better, I begged him to do it again, but he said no."

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