Sun and Moon

It's been months since the last time they had saw a child in their daycare.

... Sun has been terribly missing his little ones—of playing, taking care, and being with the presence of children put in the Superstar Daycare. And Moon wasn't far behind of missing the little ones, too.

"They're not coming back, Sun." Moon murmured softly, his voice soft yet words scathing. It made Sun grimace. "Not anymore."

Still, Sun tried to put a smile in his unmoving and seemingly permanent grin, wringing his lanky arms to exert nervous energy, "any day now. I know they'll come back—"

"It's because of me.." Moon added, looking away and staring at the play structures the little ones used to climb. It was because of the virus; the one that made Moon become violent in random intervals—of potentially putting harm against the little ones. His head lowered in shame.

Immediately, Sun stiffened. His sun rays that usually sway around the sides of his head stopped. He turned to Moon, "Moonie, It's not your fault.. It's—"