If there was anything I could say I loved more than anything else in this world, it was the sunrise.

The reason why this particular phenomenon was so captivating to me, I can not really say. But what I can say is that for whatever reason, it’s a damn good one. As far back as I can remember, every morning, I would wake up just before the crack of dawn and climb up to our roof. Luckily for me, the door to the attic -which, obviously, led to the roof- was right in my closet.

From there, I would climb up into our dusty old memory filled attic, and go to the little trap door on the roof of the attic and climb through to the roof of the house. I would then find a spot –the same one every time- where I had a perfect view, and just wait. And when I would see the first crack of light, my heart would race with excitement. That was always the best part. Then, in merely seconds, a big ball of bright orange would shine down upon me. It was the most beautiful thing I ever saw, every time I saw it. Sometimes, I even cried. But not much.

I would then think “What makes this all so special to me?” but the answer never truly came. But there are theories, mind you. Maybe, it’s because sunsets are pretty. But that always seemed like a vain reason, not a real one. Maybe I just like mornings, but again, too vain.

Then I think, maybe it’s that a sunrise is like a promise. It’s a promise of a new day. It’s not a promise of a good day, or a bad day, but just a day. But, then I start to question if this reason is too complex, but there is always the nagging feeling that it is the reason. I do not know for sure, and I never thought I’d find out for sure. I thought I’d go through my whole life, never knowing the truth.

I was wrong.

(A/N): Sorry that this is so short, but it is only the prologue. I hope you've enjoyed it so far! ^^

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~Ahiru