TW: Discussions of mental health and suicide.

Rain pouring down, Luna missed her only family.

The only person who treated her the right way, the only person who knew what she was going through.

The rainfall got denser with each of Luna’s thoughts.

Time seemed to slow down as more and more thoughts flooded Luna’s head. Was she the one to blame? Was her selfishness the reason he acted the way he did? Why would he do that? It wasn’t like him to do something like that.

She was too deep in her own thoughts to be pulled back, the gentle rainfall no longer relaxing her. She bit her lip, frustrated at the scene burned into her mind. He was on his deathbed, eyes empty and a look of deep sadness.

She couldn’t understand the reason for ending himself. What did she do? Was it someone? Luna bit her lip harder, drawing blood.

As the rain turned into a storm, Luna didn’t know what was so heavy on her mind. Because Luna was worried… but what was she worried about?

She no longer remembered, no longer knew who she was thinking of. Why was Luna worried… Why was she talking to herself…

The storm calmed down, Luna remembering what she was doing. Her sanity came back, little by little