𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐧.) that which chases sorrow away.
In their painful past, they were childhood sweethearts that sought comfort with each other.
Years later, the two broken souls are pulled back together by fate in an alliance that will save their...
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An uneasy feeling was right in her gut when Maria reached Luna's front door, her hand had reached out mid air to knock.
It was open.
Maria's eyebrows knitted together as she felt her heart drop and her breath hitched as she frowned in confusion; why did she leave the door open? The door was slightly ajar but nonetheless, Maria didn't take much notice of it, assuming Luna had accidentally forgotten to close it.
Maria didn't really know what to expect upon seeing Luna other than the worst. She wasn't in the mood to scold her for all the wrongs she had done while Maria hadn't been supervising as much, but Maria also wasn't in the mood to hear her sister's complaints and curses about how she wasn't her mother to be handling her. They never really had an amicable, long conversation.
When Maria pushed the door open, an uncertain and uncomfortable feeling began to emerge inside her and it grew worse, coursing through her veins. The place was pitch black, Maria could hardly see a thing in such darkness, "Luna?" She cautiously called out.
Luna's place was her own after she very clearly stated that she didn't want to share a room with anyone, so Maria got Luna her own space. At least that way, some trouble would be prevented and Luna could be more independent, as she wanted.
"I'm guessing she went out," Maria, in slight confusion, murmured, knowing her sister on an evening, squinting as she tried to find the light switch on the wall.
However the moment the light switched on and her eyes expanded.
Maria had never screamed louder in her entire life.
It all became so rushed from there.
It was a traumatic image to look at; the abundant foam around her mouth, the empty bottles of pills around her, her still body on the ground. Her lips dry and chapped. Her eyes were shut, with her messy hair slightly covering her, and all the colour had been drained from her youthful face.
Maria became paralysed with fear, her grey, teary eyes widened as she froze and gasped.
Maria's stomach churned as her heart clenched with dread, breathily heavily, she began to hyperventilate, tears raced down her cheeks as great fear trembled her. The world had stopped and in that moment, nothing mattered anymore, not her career, relationships, performances, the stalker, her worries, her life - nothing.
Maria had died inside that night.
"Luna!" Maria cried out loud in pain with a gasp for her sister, her throat tight and constricted as she struggled to breathe. Maria was heaving as her feet made her run as fast as she could to her little sister.
