This is my favorite time of day. It's too early for beach goers, but I arrive with a chair to sit at the water's edge.

I sigh as the Atlantic licks over my bare toes. This has always been my favorite time of day, ever since I was little. I grew to love it more as the years passed. Something about the colors, the light; it all stuck stars in my eyes. It made me pause with awe and wonder. But it was mere admiration for such an untamable beauty. The sunrise itself had no real value.

The soft purples give way to vibrant pinks, and I see the sun peek over the waves. A sunrise on water is a spectacular show. The reflection, the background noise; it's like somebody coordinated it.

When I was little, Arthur used to tell me to watch the sunrise. He'd tell me it was something he'd give me every morning, no matter if he was here or not. I never understood the meaning of his words. I just thought maybe he owned the sun. It wouldn't have shocked me. I adored him. It only seemed logical he'd own something so great and majestic.

Years passed. Things happened. I grew up. I got out.

And there were always sunrises.

I may never be geographically inclined (So, shoot me! I have better things to do than memorize names on maps! I know all the countries personally! Hell, I am a country! That completely makes up for it!), but I know that he hands me the sun every morning, an arm extending all the way across the Atlantic. The sun rises in the East. Arthur's to the East. It's fitting that way.

Half of the blazing circle has risen, and I'm busy recalling old memories. That sun was illuminating his face but hours ago, I wish I could have seen it. But it's my sun now. My day. And he passed it onto me.

I sink further back into the chair as the seagulls cry out over the ocean. I want more than anything to be forgiven. I want him to care again. I'm tired of the name calling and hate glares. I'm tired of him nearly killing me at every possible chance.

There is an ocean between us-

-And so much more.

There is but a sliver of sun still blocked by the water. I lay my head in my hands and stare in longing. But I'm not looking the sunrise, my sights are further out. I'm imagining that I can see over the expanse of the ocean, that I'm staring at his sleeping face. I'm pretty sure he's sleeping by now, but I can never remember the time difference.

What would it be like, to sleep beside him? Not as a frightened child seeking comfort, but as a lover? What would it be like, to kiss him as he dreamed? To be there when he woke, when the day had returned? What would it be like, to be the one giving away the sun?

I'll never have a chance to know those things.

He'll never let me.

The orb is suspended once more in the sky, shining proudly in all its glory. It's one of the numerous sunrises he has sent over the sea, but it's enchanting and beautiful in its own little ways.

Almost every morning, I watch this little show. I make a point of it, letting silent tears fall as I reminisce and wish. Almost every morning, I shout the same words out to him, hoping maybe he'll hear me.

"Thanks! They're always so beautiful, Iggy! And, hey; I love you!"

The sun rises in the East. Arthur's to the East. It's fitting that way.

I was struck with random inspiration, and ta-da! This was born.

I might continue this…

Reviews may convince me…

=D

-Alison