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.⋆｡⋆🩸˚｡⋆｡˚🌗˚｡⋆. ◟ ✦ I don't want to feel this way anymore. ❞
TIME STRETCHED ENDLESSLY, every second aching like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Luna Knight had withdrawn into herself, a shell of the vibrant girl she once was. Days blurred together as she sat in her room, staring blankly out the window, a prisoner of her own mind. Her friends and family tried to reach her, but she kept them at arm's length, fearing that her pain would only spread to them like a contagion. Yet, they never stopped coming, their concern growing as they watched the light in her eyes dim until it was almost extinguished. The girl they had come to know, to love, was no longer there. Luna was dead.
Bella had a front-row seat to Luna's despair, and it tore her apart. She was the one who held Luna when she cried, who stayed up through the night as her friend screamed herself awake from nightmares that left the walls trembling. Luna didn't want to be a burden, but she had nothing left to hold onto. Bella was the only one who knew the truth about Luna's abilities, the secret that added another layer to the torment. The house groaned under the weight of it, objects flying in response to the horrors that plagued Luna's mind. Bella did her best to shield her, to protect her from the consequences of the chaos that erupted within. Bella protected her and came up with excuses; earthquakes, humidity changes, or whatever she could come up with to hide it from Charlie.
Charlie watched helplessly as his daughters—one by blood, the other by choice—slipped further away from him. He noticed the strange occurrences around the house, the way the trees outside seemed to wither, as if reflecting the darkness that had taken root inside. But he chalked it up to the season, trying to rationalize what he couldn't explain.
Edward had taken more than just his presence when he left Forks—he had ripped out Luna's soul, leaving behind a gaping wound that refused to heal. He promised it would be like he never existed... he lied. Visions of the past plagued her mindblending with her arrival in Forks. The man who attacked the deer in the forest that day was him. From the very beginning, everything began with him, and now that he was gone. It was like a huge hole was punched through her chest, and she didn't know how to move on.
The worst part was that she couldn't go home. This was her home now, and everything around her reminded her of him. Her mind became her own personal prison, taunting and torturing her with thoughts of her time in Forks muddling together. The hole in her chest was vast and empty, and nothing could fill it.
Her physical form began to reflect the decay within her. Her eyes were hollow, shadowed by sleepless nights, and her clothes hung loosely on her gaunt frame. Food became an enemy, something her body rejected as if it too wanted to wither away. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face, and the pain was unbearable.
