Love, Luna // Luke Hemmings Fanfiction

Letter 1

Dear Luke,

Hey, Luke. It's me, Luna.

How are you? I know this is awkward but I just want to know on how your life has been. If you were gonna ask me, (which I know you wouldn't) nothing's been okay since you left. My life is slowly crumbling right in front of my eyes and all I can do is watch. I want to cry, but it seems like my tears had ran out. It's like drowning but only I can see the water that's trying to suffocate me. I don't know what to feel anymore, to be honest. It's like life wants me to fail, like life is praying for my downfall.

Dad needed to sell the farm for Mom's medication. Yes, she still haven't gone any better. We're literally losing everything, Luke. I know Dad is trying to stay afloat, he's trying to be strong for Mom and I but I know he's crumbling down. He's losing it, I can feel his strength wearing thin just as my mom's strength leave her frail body. I wanted to help him, to tell him everything is going to be fine, or that one day we'll be home and be back to normal again. But I can't. I can't even be strong for myself. I just don't know how I can help him if I myself is in need of help. I wish you're still here, Luke. To tell me that things will get better. But you're not. I'm all alone now.

You know what's even sadder? Our tree house will be sold along with the farm. My most beautiful memories of you dwell in the four walls of that house. I remember how we spend our time there, mindlessly thinking about our future together. How we discussed our plans, college, and the life years from now. I remember every single part of that, Luke. Every time I remember those moments, I remember my happiest part of my life; when my Dad is fine, when Mom is healthy and well, when I have you by my side.

Now everything is different. I wake up thinking of the worst. I keep thinking about the fall out. I don't know if I can survive if that day happens. I honestly don't know if I can survive another blow, Luke. I want to give up just right now.

I'm sorry if this is weird in anyway. I want to talk to you so bad, so I chose to write a letter to you. I feel like this way, I'm still talking to the man who never fail to make me feel safe. I miss you so bad, Luke. If you still hate me, I understand. But no matter what, you'll always be in my heart even if you chose to erase me out of your life. 

I don't expect you to answer my letters. I will continue to send you letters even if you just dump them when you read my name outside.

I love you, Penguin. I never stopped.

Love,

Luna