A/N: I don’t own God Must Be Busy by Brooks and Dunn, but I do own the plot and characters…this is supposed to be short as it is a prologue…

Prologue

“Or he’d bring you back to me,” I sung the song that had been imbedded in my brain the past few days softly under my breath. Consciously I knew that I should be paying attention but in my heart I knew that he wouldn’t care, as long as all my thoughts revolved around him. It was slowly killing me inside to be sitting here. I could literally feel the air closing in around my, suffocating me to death. I didn’t care as long as we were reunited.

The morning dragged on and on, like time its self was crawling on its stomach as slow as it possible could. It was torture and torment but I sat through it. He would have done the same for me. People often say that men don’t cry, but I didn’t care if people saw me cry as heard as I did. Every tear I shed, was shed for him. For MY sun.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, yet I recall every detail. The entire sky was pouring with rain, and the sun remained hidden. It was almost as if the sun had died as I haven’t seen it in days. It too is in morning. As I sit in the car on the way back I knew where I would fall asleep that night. The moment we arrived I ran up the stairs, I half expected him to be sitting on the bed when I entered. As I fell down sleep came, not right away but a little while later.

My dad came and got me a few days later and took me back home with him. it was silent, like it always was when I was returning from his house. That was almost three years ago. To this very day I still feel the way I did on that day, though I hide it well. Yet every time I hear a door slam I rush to look. I still think that he will be walking through that door with a grin on his face. But he’s gone; my sun is completely gone, torn from my heart.

It should have been me who died, as the world can live without a moon but it needs its sun to survive.