There once was a boy named Taiyo. He had hair as dark as chocolate and skin as pale as a fluffy cloud. He was a very quiet person. He didn't talk very much, but his paintings were worth a thousand words.

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There was also a boy named Hoshi. He had a heart of gold and a smile that shined brighter than the sun. He liked to dance and sing. He often made his own songs and created enticing pieces of choreography to go with them.

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Taiyo and Hoshi were the best of friends. They did almost everything together. Every day, they woke up early to watch the sunrise together. Sometimes, Taiyo would bring his watercolors and paint the exquisite colors he saw. Hoshi liked to bring a stereo and sing to the songs that play. Sometimes, the songs were slow and soft, like the sunrise. Other times, they were energized and fun.

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But let’s get back to the story. Taiyo woke up early to watch the sunrise, just like he did every morning, while it was still dark outside. He brushed his teeth, ate his breakfast, took a shower, and got dressed. He decided to bring his paints to the sunrise. He also took his brushes and a canvas to paint on and walked out the door.

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He went to the cliff where he watched the sunrise, and he saw Hoshi playing some soft music. Taiyo went and sat down next to him, taking out his paints, brushes, and canvas. He greeted Hoshi and sat down. Hoshi nodded in reply. Taiyo readied his art supplies to paint with when the sun came up.

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They sat in silence as the sun began to rise. The beautiful colors spread across the sky like watercolors on a blank canvas. Taiyo picked up his brush and began to paint. His brush captured the vibrant colors of the sunrise perfectly. Hoshi turned up the stereo and began to sing. The song a was a slow ballad, perfect for the breathtaking hues. 

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They sat there, in perfect harmony with themselves, each other, and the sunrise. The only sounds that could be heard were the stereo, Hoshi’s quiet singing, and the sound of Taiyo’s brush on the canvas

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“Hey Taiyo,“ Hoshi whispered.

“Is the glass half empty or half full?”

Taiyo scoffed. “Its half empty. Everybody knows that.”

Hoshi sat up. “That's stupid. It’s obviously half full.”

“I am not stupid. You’re the stupid one. Who would ever think that the glass is half empty?” Taiyo exclaimed.

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And they bickered like this, on and on. As the sun rose, so did their voices. They kept arguing long after the music of Hoshi’s stereo stopped and the paint on Taiyo’s picture dried.

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“That’s it! I’ve had enough! I’m wasting my time arguing with a person that’s dumber than rocks!” yelled Hoshi.

And with that, he threw Taiyo’s beautiful picture onto the ground and stomped on it.  

“My picture! I spent so much time on that!” cried Taiyo.

The tears streaming down his face were enough to make Hoshi feel guilty.

Hoshi stuttered, “W-well it’s your fault that you put the picture there!”

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Taiyo gasped, picked up the remnants of his painting, and stood up.

“I hate you Hoshi! Never talk to me again!”

And with that, Taiyo ran away. Hoshi didn’t think much of it. He assumed that Taiyo would calm down and come to his senses during the day. He thought that he would see Taiyo tomorrow and everything would be alright.

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He was wrong. Taiyo didn’t come to watch the sunrise the next day

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