The Eternal Moment of Summer [pt. 1]

[Astolfo]

The Eternal Moment of Summer• 「 永遠のなつの瞬間 」 •~~~

She awoke as rays of sunlight shined through an open window. A summer breeze drifted in, accompanied by a chorus of birds chirping away. Stretching out her arms, she hummed as she felt a tingly rush sweep over her body. She was feeling especially well today, although she couldn’t place her finger on a reason why. Gingerly sliding out of bed, she bit back a grimace as her knees threatened to buckle out from under her. Her right fist clenched around the IV stand so tightly her knuckles began to turn white. As her vision hazed, she wiped at her eyes with her free arm. Forcing herself to take several deep breaths, the pain faded away, letting a smile dance its way across her face slowly once more.

Glancing towards the window, the girl looked on, on beyond the bars that discouraged any more escape attempts after her last, on beyond the borders of her hospital room. Her long, tender fingers reached past, into the outside world. Cool gusts rolled and turned over her hand, like a river of air. As she watched the birds outside, she wondered what it would be like to be free, able to fly through the blue skies at a whim.

The sound of the door behind her suddenly swinging open snapped her out of her reverie. Her face twisted briefly as she tried to force the smile to stay on her face. Turning around, she greeted the doctor. “Hiya Doc.” Not much more needed to be said. Neither of them spoke to each other by name, and that was okay. It was the same routine that had been done for years. As the man performed various bodily tests and checkups, she let her mind drift away to forget the pain of the needles and blood-drawing. It would be too lonely otherwise. It was always just her and the doctor in this small place in the woods.

When the doctor tapped her on the shoulder to bring her back to earth, the examination had finished. As usual, the doctor gave the same vague explanation and reassured her she was doing fine. Yet, it seemed as if with every passing day, his face grew tighter. But whenever she tried to look closer, he’d blink and the age would fade. Perhaps she was just seeing things. As he left once more to go do whatever it is doctors do in their free time, she glanced around her room. Books and toys that had been brought by the doctor decorated her simple room. She had read every book there so many times she could recite them all by heart. When was her birthday again? Maybe she could ask for some more books. Hurrying to the worn calendar that hung in a corner, her finger ran over the faded color pages. A bright red star scribbled in marker met her fingertip near instantly. It was a week from now. A burst of laughter bubbled out from inside her chest, making her feel warm inside.

Maybe she could even ask for two books instead of one this year? Or maybe even... a birthday cake, with candles and all? She had read about them in her books, but she never asked the doctor before in worries that he might be too busy to spend his money on something so petty. After all, the doctor had been kind enough to take care of her for all these years. He was practically her father, in place of the parents she never knew. She nodded to herself. She wouldn’t bug him with such a greedy request. Just one book would be fine.

Walking over to her little bookshelf, she decided she’d let her finger drift over the titles randomly to pick her book for today. At that very moment, someone tapped on her window loudly. She whirled around, confused. A completely foreign face met hers. It was a boy who couldn’t have been much older than her. What was he doing here? Did he get lost? She hurried over as fast as she could without straining herself.

“H-Hello there, are you lo-”

“Woooah, so there really was a person living here!”

“A-Ah, c-can I help you with something?”

“Naaaah, I’m fine! So, why ya in there all by yourself? Isn’t staying inside boring?”

“I...”

She was at a loss for words. It was the first time she had ever seen someone other than the doctor, let alone get questioned as to her stay. Everything was so fast-paced and she didn’t know what the proper way to respond was. She decided to go with the simplest route.

“Well... the doc says I’m sick and that I shouldn’t go ou-”

“Woaaaah! So there’s someone else here too? Wait you’re sick? But ‘cha seem fine to me.”

What was she supposed to say to that? She wasn’t allowed to go out, but...

“C’mon, come outta there, the sun’s bright out and the weather’s awesome!”

She looked at the boy’s eager face. She wanted to turn him down and tell him she couldn’t because of orders, but... Well, that was a lie, wasn’t it? She had always wanted to go out to the real world. And here was a perfect chance, and with someone else even! If the doctor caught her though, she’d be in a lot of trouble. She looked side to side, before peeking outside her door and across either hall. No one was there. Maybe the doctor had gone out? She hurried back to the window.

“A-A-Ah, um, I’ll be right there!”

Running out the door, she looked for the exit. A wide hall branched off. Following it, she found a sliding-glass door at the end, leading outside. Just as she was about to step out, she froze, her doubts gnawing at herself. This was fine, right? She was feeling okay after all. This would be fine. It would. Gingerly stepping through, she jumped in surprise. The cobbled pathway felt hot against her bare feet. So this was the outside world. The noon-day sun shone hot against her skin, yet she could feel nothing but happy. So this was it. The outside. It felt so... real. Everything felt so rich and full of life around her. A wave of happiness rushed through her. As her feet began to complain from the heat though, she quickly ran into the cooler grass instead. Looping around to where the back of the hospital where her window was, she spotted the boy. She jumped up and down waving happily, and he returned the greeting.

Running over, she looked closer at him. It was such a silly feeling, but she was so amazed at seeing another real person. Reaching out with her hand, she brushed his cheek with a finger. It felt real. It was warm, just like a human.

“W-W-What’re ya doin’?!”

“You’re real!”

“Of course I’m real, what were ya expectin’? Ya think I’m just some sorta faerie?”

She couldn’t help but burst out into an infectious giggling, and soon enough, he started laughing as well, falling on his rear onto the grass. Flopping onto his back, the boy pointed up. As she turned her head to look upwards, the boy tapped on the grassy field.

“C’mon, lie down and look at the clouds with me!”

Slowly lying down on the grass next to him, her gaze flew upwards. A brilliant world of blues in all the shades and more met her eyes. Gigantic, white, fluffy clouds in all shapes and sizes drifted along serenely. The girl gasped as she took in the wondrous view.

“Amazing, right?”

She could only nod vigorously, her throat dry, as she continued to look to the heavens. She felt like this could go on forever, and before she knew it, the luminous noon had begun to settle into a warm, orange dusk. Even then, the view was still breathtaking in its own way. The warm summer evening air felt cozy and embraced her skin. Looking over towards the boy, it seemed as if he had drifted off to a cloud of his own. She tapped the boy gently on the shoulder. When that didn’t work, she shook him gently until he eventually stirred.

The boy suddenly sat up rapidly, colliding heads with the girl. Both of them yelped in pain, clutching at their foreheads. The boy looked around side to side confused, before his memories came back to him. Looking towards her, his face fell aghast.

“Oh, I’m really sorry! Are you okay?”

She nodded. After a momentary jolt of pain, it had subsided into a dull throb. She hoped it wouldn’t leave a welt. The doctor would get suspicious. The boy looked apologetic now.

“I’m really sorry, I gotta get going now. It’s late. You sure you’re gonna be okay? I’ll be back tomorrow, promise! Cross my heart and hope to die!”

Flashing a wide grin at her, he gave her a proud thumbs up before sprinting off, disappearing quickly. As she picked herself up off the ground, she dusted herself off before making her way back to her room. Her steps turned into a small skipping gait, and before she realized it, she had began humming. The interiors of the building she had lived in for years now seemed absolutely drab by comparison. Looking side to side for the doctor, she sighed in relief when she didn’t see him, and ran into her room - charging straight into the doctor’s expectant chest. Falling flat on her behind, she realized she was in for a world of trouble. Stammering nervously, tears began to well up in her eyes.

“I-I didn’t mean to break the rules like that! I, um, there was a boy out there! And he was watching the clouds outside on the grass with me! I’m so-”

Before she could continue any further, the doctor swept her up in a warm embrace, setting her softly on her bed again, ruffling her hair gently.

“Shh, shhh. It’s alright. Just listen to me now please. I get you wanted to go outside. It must be hard being cooped up in here with a boring ol’ man like me all the time with only books for company. But I’m worried about your health, y’know? You can’t just go charging out there by yourself, alright? I’m glad you found yourself a nice friend, but please. Going outside could make you get very sick, okay? So please ask first next time, even if it’s just so I can know where you are, alright?”

The girl was taken aback. She had expected to be yelled at, but instead, the doctor was reassuring her and supporting her. Nodding brightly, she hugged the doctor tightly.

“Thank you.”

The doctor simply smiled and patted the girl on the head until she eventually fell asleep. Tucking her in with a blanket, he whispered her a goodnight before blinking off the lights. As he quietly exited her room, making sure to not wake her, he walked back to his own room. Scanning the various papers attached to the clipboard he carried around with him, his face twisted in anguish. Setting the documents down, he went to go make a cup of coffee. To keep the kind sun shining ever brightly, he would bear the secrets that came with it at any cost. To forgo his sleep would be the least of his worries.

part 1 end.

[Aix]

At this point, the only thing I can really say is you gotta cut down on the purple prose. Brevity is the soul of wit or whatever.

 

Also, lol your code formats my post, the member titles, and more to have indent.

[LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow]

Kinda hard to read at times cause the background but other than that...
I gotta agree that sometimes there's a bit much in the ways of descriptions at times. For instance you called it a "worn calendar" but then you later said "finger ran over the faded color pages" (which as a side note faded color pages sounds a little awkward). Which implies in itself that it's worn.
You did well to show some of her personality, via the whole "Nah don't want him spending too much on me" stuff.
Though the convo that followed was a little odd. Cause she seemed a bit too casual, and willing to follow this stranger, given what little we know of her so far.
Also it's quite confusing how she was able to go outside so easily if she's been not able to ever go outside before.
The awkward thing is that the part that should have been overly descriptive, her first foray into the world, was sort of...lacking.
The pacing was a bit rushed it felt here.
And the POV shift was a bit awkward at the end, as well.

Overall it's nice, the flow is okay, it's easy to tell what kind of people these are for the most part. But it also feels slightly unrealistic and the places you decided to be descriptive was odd.
 

[Catterjune]

The story was a huge pain in the ass to read. But you already knew that, didn't you? ;D

 

On topic:

 

Purple prose! ... I'm not seeing it. That is to say, I'm not understanding everyone's complaint on it. It seems fine to me, mostly straight forward and mostly to the point. Maybe the first paragraph where she takes 30 minutes to get up, or the 30 minutes where she takes her first few steps in the world are a pain in the ass to read, but otherwise it feels fine.

 

I'm kinda not 100% sure of what's going on, though it's "Part 1" so maybe asking questions that could be solved by "Read Part 2!" are stupid. I'll try to avoid asking questions like that.

 

 

My thoughts:

 

- She had attempted an escape before as implied when she notes the bars at her windows Yet when she meets the boy she escapes pretty easily. Tthere was no security, and a boy was able to get pretty close to the compound where she was locked up in. Is she supposed to be under maximum lock and key, or is it just a random cottage/hospital in the woods? It's just kind of vague and unclear.

 

- I like the dialogue. It's really good. Not everyone of "my thoughts" needs to be negative. Credit where it's due. It's a little unrealistic, but I still like it.

 

- Her first day out is incredibly funking dull and uninteresting. She goes like, 3 feet away from the compound, she's probably still within the line of site of anyone at the door, the doctor could probably funking see her from her bedroom door, and she just lays down and watches the clouds for about 6 hours ("The noon-day sun shone hot" ... "the luminous noon had begun to settle into a warm, orange dusk"). She's 3 feet away from the door, the doctor says it's super important to keep her in the hospital, and yet he doesn't do anything to bring her back.

 

- It's pretty obvious the doctor's kinda a weirdo crazy person or the villain or something, so the SHOCKING! plot twist wasn't really all that shocking. Ending like one paragraph earlier would have probably had no effect on the overall story.

 

- Ultimately... there's a lot of vagueness and ambiguity and a lot of "I'm not sure" going on with this story. I don't like not knowing something because it makes me feel like a big dumb stupid idiot. The girl, the boy, and the doctor don't even have names. It's just kinda weird over all. I feel I don't know much about the world which is just not a good feeling. Some people may dig that though, and love a good mystery. Not me though.

 

 

tl;dr - It's well written, but I just didn't enjoy it.

[Astolfo]

At this point, the only thing I can really say is you gotta cut down on the purple prose. Brevity is the soul of wit or whatever. TY for the help!

 

Also, lol your code formats my post, the member titles, and more to have indent.

Kinda hard to read at times cause the background but other than that...

I gotta agree that sometimes there's a bit much in the ways of descriptions at times. For instance you called it a "worn calendar" but then you later said "finger ran over the faded color pages" (which as a side note faded color pages sounds a little awkward). Which implies in itself that it's worn. I was trying to describe how like, ink fades in color as the paper ages. IDK, how should I phrase it?

You did well to show some of her personality, via the whole "Nah don't want him spending too much on me" stuff. Thank you

Though the convo that followed was a little odd. Cause she seemed a bit too casual, and willing to follow this stranger, given what little we know of her so far. She's always wanted to venture outside and was just looking for any good excuse to, really, so she could attempt to at least justify it to the doctor.

Also it's quite confusing how she was able to go outside so easily if she's been not able to ever go outside before. I should have probably explained it better. The doctor already realized she'd gone out, he was in his study room. He just didn't say anything because he could see everything the whole time. He was a bit more lenient because there was at least someone else there to watch her too (since no one would realize he's watching) as well as the fact it's almost her birthday again/she's grown older/it's been a long time since her last escape.

The awkward thing is that the part that should have been overly descriptive, her first foray into the world, was sort of...lacking. Alright, thank you for the critique

The pacing was a bit rushed it felt here. Okidoki.

And the POV shift was a bit awkward at the end, as well. Hm. Any tips or suggestions?

 

Overall it's nice, the flow is okay, it's easy to tell what kind of people these are for the most part. But it also feels slightly unrealistic and the places you decided to be descriptive was odd.

Thank you for the help

 

 

The story was a huge pain in the ass to read. But you already knew that, didn't you? ;D Of course

 

On topic:

 

Purple prose! ... I'm not seeing it. That is to say, I'm not understanding everyone's complaint on it. It seems fine to me, mostly straight forward and mostly to the point. Maybe the first paragraph where she takes 30 minutes to get up, or the 30 minutes where she takes her first few steps in the world are a pain in the ass to read, but otherwise it feels fine. Sorry about that s:

 

I'm kinda not 100% sure of what's going on, though it's "Part 1" so maybe asking questions that could be solved by "Read Part 2!" are stupid. I'll try to avoid asking questions like that.

 

 

My thoughts:

 

- She had attempted an escape before as implied when she notes the bars at her windows Yet when she meets the boy she escapes pretty easily. Tthere was no security, and a boy was able to get pretty close to the compound where she was locked up in. Is she supposed to be under maximum lock and key, or is it just a random cottage/hospital in the woods? It's just kind of vague and unclear. The idea was that since the doctor usually was near the halls and had his own room close by, she didn't want to risk leaving through the hall and thus tried to climb out the window. Which was obviously something that's dangerous, especially for someone in her condition in the first place. Then the bars get installed to deter that. With the easy escape thing, I should have described it better, but the doctor was being a bit more lenient on it because he could see it the whole time. He could see there was someone there who at least cared somewhat for her and it was also an opportunity for her to socialize with someone other than just himself. Also the thing with how it's almost her next birthday + how she hasn't been able to go out in a long time. There's no security guards. It's just a small house basically in the woods. To her, it's a hospital since she gets treated for her condition there all her life. But to the doctor, it's just his house. And he had agreed to take care of her (for reasons that I forgot to put in the story ;-;), so he's just taking care of her there. It's not tight security, it's just he's worried for her and discouraging of it usually because he doesn't want her to risk getting worse. Nothing contagious.

 

- I like the dialogue. It's really good. Not everyone of "my thoughts" needs to be negative. Credit where it's due. It's a little unrealistic, but I still like it. Yaaay thank you

 

- Her first day out is incredibly funking dull and uninteresting. She goes like, 3 feet away from the compound, she's probably still within the line of site of anyone at the door, the doctor could probably funking see her from her bedroom door, and she just lays down and watches the clouds for about 6 hours ("The noon-day sun shone hot" ... "the luminous noon had begun to settle into a warm, orange dusk"). She's 3 feet away from the door, the doctor says it's super important to keep her in the hospital, and yet he doesn't do anything to bring her back. Sorry ;-; It's been her first time going out within several years really. Yes, he could. She's still respectful enough of the doctor's wishes she wouldn't go dancing around or to a city or the like (she also knows her body can't handle that much either for now). And the whole thing with doctor being lenient for reasons I forgot to write in. ;-; I keep getting ahead of myself randomly like this sometimes and forget the writer doesn't know my own thoughts ;-;

 

- It's pretty obvious the doctor's kinda a weirdo crazy person or the villain or something, so the SHOCKING! plot twist wasn't really all that shocking. Ending like one paragraph earlier would have probably had no effect on the overall story. ah, really? That wasn't the intended feel ;-; He's just a kind man who spends his time caring for her. This is mostly my fault for not putting anything in really. He doesn't live with anyone else, nor does she. Due to agreements I also forgot to put in the story, he's agreed to take care and raise her basically as a parent to her. Also the 'plot twist' at the end was actually meant to be more in a "sad/tragic" way rather than an "evil villain here" sort of way. Hence, the anguish from his face as he reads and makes mental adjustments to her diagnosis/conditions/etc. Her time is running out. But he would never ever let her know, because to him, keeping her smile alive is what he's there for, so she can at least have a little happiness in a world that rejected her in both parents-wise (maybe, idk still thinking about it) and her illness/condition wise.

 

- Ultimately... there's a lot of vagueness and ambiguity and a lot of "I'm not sure" going on with this story. I don't like not knowing something because it makes me feel like a big dumb stupid idiot. The girl, the boy, and the doctor don't even have names. It's just kinda weird over all. I feel I don't know much about the world which is just not a good feeling. Some people may dig that though, and love a good mystery. Not me though. uuuu ;-; that's my bad. I was sort of trying to imitate the 2ch style of stories (2chan). Stuff like the Tale of a Macaron-Loving Girl, Three Days of Happiness, so on and so forth (at vgperson.tumblr.com) Those sorts of stories are just really wonderful to read, and I wanted to try to pull off that sort of "third person-y" feel. It's like sort of an outside viewer that watches in but the story will help the viewer to get bonded to them. I forget the correct term. Third person limited omniscient? Or something like that? Oh, on the topic of names. I was going to have the boy give out his own name and ask for hers to get the whole name-is-precious and that whole they-make-my-name-special sort of feeling. But then I forgot to write it in after I took a break between writing. Oops. The doctor doesn't need a name. I just want him to be a warm and caring doctor/parental-esque figure, and the interaction between her relationship view towards him (just a doctor that's taking care of her, sorta a bore, but has his kind moments) versus his view towards her (how the girl is a kind and pure person he's watching over) thing. The girl just calls him Doc, he never really addresses her by name. But I was planning on having him addressing her by name for her birthday. It's a simple relationship, but one that both sides still care greatly for each other. It's a kind of relationship where they don't need names to be close (because of how long they've been living together and all the various things that come with that). Sorry, I'm really forgetful of things ;-;

 

 

tl;dr - It's well written, but I just didn't enjoy it. Thank you for all the help! ^^

[LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow]

I think a better phrasing would be more like...
"She hurried to the calendar in the corner, running her finger over the pages, the colors of which having faded over the years"
Also I noticed the original line was somewhat present-tense but most of the rest is past tense.
Of course, I could be wrong, this was sorta spur of the moment writing.
And I think it'd been good to be more upfront with her desires to leave just a bit more.
Oh, as for the doctor part at the end, like PiCat said, might've been better not to have that part. It'd been better to just mention something along the lines of him having a concerned expression which he quickly dropped.
 
Also is there a reason for hiding the name? Cause it'd be easier to write/read with a name instead of having to go "her, the girl, etc" all the time.

[Catterjune]

> RE: "Can you be more specific on the unrealistic parts?"

I'd have to re-read it and I'd really rather not do that. It's a real funking pain to read. I copied and pasted it to Notepad and read it that way. I think it was just a little bit too casual? Like, I guess I assume a normal boy wouldn't be so single minded to have her go outside, and if he were then he'd have a bigger plan than just watching clouds.

 

I'd like to have seen a broader range of emotions from the boy, or maybe more of a dialogue. That would have been a excellent time to explore more world building or answer a few questions the audience may have been having.

"So, how long have you lived in that cottage for?"

Just a simple question like that and a bit more conversation would have gone a long way.


> RE: "I keep getting ahead of myself randomly like this sometimes and forget the writer doesn't know my own thoughts."

I assumed it was being purposefully vague in order to seem more mysterious. I mean, I guess it works either way, but I personally didn't like it because I don't really like vague mysteries like this. Some people might though, so don't change it just because one person says one thing.


>Re: "Also the 'plot twist' at the end was actually meant to be more in a "sad/tragic" way rather than an "evil villain here" sort of way."

Oh. I assumed the look of anguish on his face at the end implied he was horrified at what might have happened if she ran away or died and he wasn't done exploring her to... I assume do something with the sun? I'd suggest either making it clear it's a sad kind of way or just drop it all together.

Never read any of those stories so I guess, what I meant was I still had questions about the world. Was it like, a medieval/renaissance world? Was it a high fantasy world with dragons and wizards and magic? Was it possibly just last year, but in a rural part of the country?

 

How old is the girl? She seems young and naive, but again that could just be because she's been isolated her whole life. All this stuff is just kind of unclear and that really bothers me. It might not bother too many people though, so again, it's just a personal thing. Don't feel obliged to put in something like "She looked over the calendar with the 4 numbers at the top of it, 1998" "She had seen about 10 calenders at one point in her life." Or something stupid and tacky like that if it doesn't fit or if it doesn't even make sense to put it in.

Again, it's not a bad story, I just personally don't like it.



Re: "She hurried to the calendar in the corner, running her finger over the pages, the colors of which having faded over the years"

Brevity is the soul of wit, remember?

"She ran her fingers over the faded pages of the calendar." Same amount of information, less words.

[LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow]

Re: "She hurried to the calendar in the corner, running her finger over the pages, the colors of which having faded over the years"

 

Brevity is the soul of wit, remember?

 

"She ran her fingers over the faded pages of the calendar." Same amount of information, less words.

Aix said the brevity thing, not me. I think it's more important to use the right way of describing in the right places.

It's okay to sometimes be a bit more lengthy with wording, especially when you want to get a certain feel.

Plus your way would suddenly have her at the calendar which is evidently in the corner.

Including her hurrying there sets the tone and shows that she's capable of moving at a fast pace.

Both ways work tbh, personally I think mine feels better. Though I'd still fix the wording a bit looking at it again.

[Astolfo]

> RE: "Can you be more specific on the unrealistic parts?"

 

I'd have to re-read it and I'd really rather not do that. It's a real funking pain to read. I copied and pasted it to Notepad and read it that way. I think it was just a little bit too casual? Like, I guess I assume a normal boy wouldn't be so single minded to have her go outside, and if he were then he'd have a bigger plan than just watching clouds.

 

I'd like to have seen a broader range of emotions from the boy, or maybe more of a dialogue. That would have been a excellent time to explore more world building or answer a few questions the audience may have been having.

 

"So, how long have you lived in that cottage for?"

 

Just a simple question like that and a bit more conversation would have gone a long way.

 

 

> RE: "I keep getting ahead of myself randomly like this sometimes and forget the writer doesn't know my own thoughts."

 

I assumed it was being purposefully vague in order to seem more mysterious. I mean, I guess it works either way, but I personally didn't like it because I don't really like vague mysteries like this. Some people might though, so don't change it just because one person says one thing.

 

 

>Re: "Also the 'plot twist' at the end was actually meant to be more in a "sad/tragic" way rather than an "evil villain here" sort of way."

 

Oh. I assumed the look of anguish on his face at the end implied he was horrified at what might have happened if she ran away or died and he wasn't done exploring her to... I assume do something with the sun? I'd suggest either making it clear it's a sad kind of way or just drop it all together.

 

Never read any of those stories so I guess, what I meant was I still had questions about the world. Was it like, a medieval/renaissance world? Was it a high fantasy world with dragons and wizards and magic? Was it possibly just last year, but in a rural part of the country?

 

How old is the girl? She seems young and naive, but again that could just be because she's been isolated her whole life. All this stuff is just kind of unclear and that really bothers me. It might not bother too many people though, so again, it's just a personal thing. Don't feel obliged to put in something like "She looked over the calendar with the 4 numbers at the top of it, 1998" "She had seen about 10 calenders at one point in her life." Or something stupid and tacky like that if it doesn't fit or if it doesn't even make sense to put it in.

 

Again, it's not a bad story, I just personally don't like it.

 

 

 

Re: "She hurried to the calendar in the corner, running her finger over the pages, the colors of which having faded over the years"

 

Brevity is the soul of wit, remember?

 

"She ran her fingers over the faded pages of the calendar." Same amount of information, less words.

It's current time Japan basically, rural area. She's around 15-16ish.

The doctor calling her a "sun" is just like, a metaphorical way of sorts.

She's a brilliant and warm-hearted person, thus like a sun.

[Catterjune]

The doctor calling her a "sun" is just like, a metaphorical way of sorts.

She's a brilliant and warm-hearted person, thus like a sun.

The doctor didn't call her the sun. The narrator did.

 

The exact passage was:

 

Scanning the various papers attached to the clipboard he carried around with him, his face twisted in anguish. Setting the documents down, he went to go make a cup of coffee. To keep the kind sun shining ever brightly, he would bear the secrets that came with it at any cost. To forgo his sleep would be the least of his worries.

 

I figured the girl... literally powered the sun in a magical nonsense sort of way.

[Astolfo]

oops. no one saw that fail.