A girl can't get the
sunshine since newborn. She only got out at night, sang with her guitar and with her sister. A boy was
always passed that road, she liked to watch him. One day she told him that she liked him.
If the sun fell on her skin, she could die. One day, she couldn't move her fingers as plucking the guitar. That was because of the sun. Before that day she ran to her house while the morning sun was above her head, on her date time with the boy. The boy took her away from home too far with a motorcycle, so she had no shelter from that blinding shine. The boy didn't know she got a leathal disease. It'll cause a permanent seizure to limbs until she'll die slowly.
Her struggle was amazing. Her innocence had made me cry. She was pretty, innocent, sunny, but why her fate was that way? Her parents loved her so much, they grieved. She died after her song record in the studio finally was played in the radio.
Midnight was all she got. No other form of sun for her. The moon was the sun for her. She slept by day and woke up by night. Can't go to school, only can hear her sister's story about school and the boy students.