☆One and the same☆ (Sun and Moon fanfiction)

Chapter 6

🌜Moondrop's🌛POV:

          Twenty-seven days... It's been twenty-seven days since the last time I was able to experience a little bit of life, let's say. It was for a very short time, but it was still a bit of freedom, I suppose. Twenty-seven days...

          I wonder if Montgomery missed me. He did come and try to convince Sun to let me out for a moment some long time ago, I don't know if he was coming back, though. I stopped watching what's happening around. Why would I want to watch what the body that's not mine does through the eyes that aren't even mine?

          No matter how many times I try to tell Sun what's happening, what's going on inside our head, he never listens. He doesn't know how it's like to be trapped in nothingness. Just being able to watch the show you would never write the script for and listen to the song you would never write and sing. He doesn't understand, and he doesn't want to understand.

          Why is that, I wonder? Does he... Hate me? I hate the fact that we have to live like this, but there is surely a better way to deal with it. What did I do to be imprisoned here? In a dark, paralysed place where I can barely hear my thoughts? He said I already know the reason. Could it be... No... That one day...? Those few days...?

          I would love to say that I don't want to think about it, but I don't want to run away from my problems and just ignore the things I don't like. That day was... Something. But is there really a way to change anything about it? It's been a year since that happened. I know why it happened, and I wish I had more control of that...

🌞- Hey, Moon! How are you today?

          Oh, it looks like 'mister all pretty and innocent sunshine' decided to speak with me today. What a surprise... But I guess I could use some company today. Maybe something good will happen.

🌜- Hello, Sun. I'm fine. Kinda lonely. There's nothing to really do here, you know?

🌞- I know, Moony... I'm glad you're fine, though! I didn't hear you in a while. Why didn't you say anything for so long? It's been a few weeks since the last time we spoke!

🌜- I don't know, Sun... I'm losing track of time. It's been twenty-seven days already, and it's already like before.

🌞- Moon, it's been forty-two days...

🌜- ...

🌞- But hey! Heads up, friend! It's 1 AM and I don't feel like sleeping again. I will talk to you all night! What's on your mind?

🌜- Why, Sunny? Why are you doing this?

🌞- Doing what, Moon? I wanna talk to you. I don't want you to feel lonely!

🌜- Why are you imprisoning me here, in our head? Why can't I be my own person too? Why can't I at least do what I was made for? Do my short jobs? Only that much?

🌞- Oh, Moon... I'm really sorry it has to be this way. I don't like what I do, you know? I know it's not so pretty not being able to do anything...

🌜- Why are you doing this then, Sun? Why can't you take a daily nap, rest for your own good and let me breathe?

🌞- My dear Moony, I understand you! But you know I love you and I want the best for you, right?

🌜- The best for me? Sun, this is making me miserable! All I do is talk to myself! Rarely with you.