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agoraphobia: fear of places and situations that might cause panic, helplessness, or embarrassment
>>>>> month seven <<<<<
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life is hard, but according to everyone else it's worth it. live a full life, be adventurous, make mistakes, make memories now because time goes by in an instant. it'll be gone before you know it and what will you have to show for it? the cure for cancer? a best selling novel? maybe even a family to pour your love into? or perhaps you'll have an inoperable brain tumor?
what do you do when you're given such terrifying news? that your chances of dying within the next three months are so high physicians don't see a point in trying any sort of treatment. luckily for luna both of her parents were renowned surgeons, so zero treatment wasn't an option. and after several harsh chemotherapy and radiation sessions her lifespan jumped from just three months to eight.
her mum, of course, quit her practice when they found luna's tumor, feeling she needed constant monitoring despite the doctors urging her to go on with somewhat normal life. however, migraines came along with her disease so no parties, no concerts, no loud movies, no fun basically for anything could trigger a brain splitting headache that put would put her out of commission for days at a time. so really, how could she continue living a normal seventeen year old life?
and then something incredible happened. her parents gave her a choice, they could stay in london or she could choose somewhere else to live. anywhere in the world, it was 100% up to her, which she thought made a bit of sense. she'd spent her entire life in london and now that i'm going to kick the bucket soon she should be allowed to explore a different part of the word.
two days later, they were on a flight to australia.
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"luna," her mum turns around in the seat, "luna michelle!" she snaps, yanking one headphone from luna's ear which instantly sends her blood boiling.
"what?!" she hisses back, glaring irritably at her mother.
"i'm going to chalk that up to being travel stress and let it slide," she continues attempting to keep a stern face. "turn your music down sweetie, it's too loud if i can hear it---"
"mum, it's fine." rolling her eyes luna grumbles something incoherent underneath her breath.
"and if you get a migraine?"
"then i guess i get a fucking migraine."
"excuse me?!" her father barks from behind the wheel. "don't speak to your mother that way."
