𝐷𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑂𝐹 𝑌𝑂𝑈 | 𝐽. 𝑃𝑂𝑂𝐿𝐸

𝐸𝑃𝐼𝐿𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸

A Year After Luna's Death...

It's been a year since Luna's death, and it still feels like it just happened. I've done nothing but cry in my bedroom all day, as memories of Luna flash in my mind like a relentless film reel.

I've received several text messages and phone calls from Luna's family and from my friends that I've ignored. I know they mean well, and I should answer because they're going through the same pain, but I just can't bring myself to do it.

In fact, I haven't been around the Perez family since the incident because they remind me too much of Luna, and I know I wouldn't be able to keep my composure around them.

Anything that reminds me of Luna instantly triggers an emotional breakdown to the point where I can do nothing but cry. The weight of her absence is a constant, heavy presence, making everyday tasks feel heavy. Her laughter, her smile, the way she could light up a room simply by being in it—these memories are both a comfort and a source of unending pain.

I've tried to find solace in our shared memories, in the little things she left behind, but they only serve as reminders of the vast emptiness her passing has left in my heart. I know I should reach out, connect with those who loved her, share in our collective grief, but the thought alone is overwhelming.

The world has moved on, but for me, it's as if time has stood still since the day we lost her. I know I can't live in this state of mourning forever, but right now, it's all I can do to make it through each day without her.

The numbers on the clock read four thirty in the morning. I had been sulking all day, never leaving the room. Needing some sleep, I stood up from the spot I had been stationary in, hooked my phone onto the charger, and turned the lights off as I got into bed, reminded of the empty space where Luna used to lay.

Reaching over, I grabbed my headphones, put them on, and scrolled through my phone until I found the song I was looking for, hitting play. The soft melody of "Dreaming of You" began, and I shut my eyes, smiling softly at the sound of her voice.

As the song somehow calmed me, I suddenly felt the sensation of a familiar touch on my hand. I opened my eyes and glanced over to my side, freezing when I saw a soft glow on Luna's side of the bed. The glow formed into a gentle, ethereal version of Luna. She didn't even look real; I had to blink a few times to make sure she didn't disappear. But there she was, wearing a flowy white dress with gold embroidery in the form of white roses.

Luna's ethereal form smiled at me, and a sense of warmth filled the room. Her presence was comforting, yet bittersweet. The soft glow seemed to cast a gentle radiance, and I couldn't help but be captivated by the vision of her.

As the song played, Luna's lips moved in sync with the lyrics. It was as if she was still here, singing beside me. The room felt alive with her essence, and the weight of grief lifted momentarily. For a moment, it was as if time stood still, and Luna and I shared the music that had once been a soundtrack to our lives.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but they were different this time—tinged with a strange mixture of sadness and peace. I reached out, almost instinctively, but my hand passed through her ethereal figure.

As the song concluded, Luna's form began to fade, the glow dimming slowly. Her eyes met mine one last time, filled with an understanding.

"I love you," she says softly, her words not needing sound to be felt in my soul. "And I'm dreaming of you, always."

Her smile was tender, a silent promise that surpassed the boundaries of our separate existences. It was a reassurance, a bittersweet peace that even in absence, her love remained as a guiding light, an eternal bond unbroken by the divide between life and death.

The room returned to its ordinary state, but the lingering feeling of connection remained. With a mix of sorrow and gratitude, I closed my eyes, cherishing the ephemeral visitation.

As sleep's embrace began to envelop me, the distance between reality and dreams blurred. With the echo of Luna's comforting presence still lingering in the air, a sense of peace settled over me. The room, filled with the remains of her ethereal visit, seemed less empty.

As I balanced on the edge of consciousness, my lips moved almost involuntarily, a quiet echo of the connection we shared.

"I'm dreaming of you, Luna...always."

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END OF DREAMING OF YOU.

Thank you guys for reading!

It was about TIME that I actually finished this book seeing as though I had gone through the process of writing and deleting this book several times before I came up with the plot line and was satisfied with the characters and dynamics of it all in order for me to write this!

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