Rain. Rain and sadness go together like, bread and butter, or Christmas trees and fairy lights.
Luna had no sister, not any more. Two weeks ago today she did have a sister, and a wonderful one too. So full of energy, so full of life, so full of hope.
But, Luna couldn't stop thinking about her, about what had happened, all she wanted to do was go numb because that's what happens right? Or at least that's what she thought happened, it said so in most of the books she had ever read. When someone you love dies a numbness washes over you, not being able to do anything, feel anything. Not able to get any grasp of time. You go into a sort of trance.
Well Luna felt everything, the sharp, icy claws of the wind on her face, the cold droplets of rain running off her nose. The thorns of the rose sticking into her hand, the single salty tear rolling down her left cheek. Why did she feel everything? Luna just wanted to do was shut everything off. She was the elder sister; she should be the one in that coffin. The coffin that was so dark as if it was trying to suck off the energy out of everyone around it, like a void of death.
As the rain fell harder everyone left the grave side, even her parents. They just left her, as she sank down. Not caring that her black coat, which fell to her knees and tied in the middle with a black belt was wet through to her black lace dress. Nor did she care that her black Doc Martins were covered in mud, or that her somehow subtle red shoulder length hair was looking like she had just got out of the shower, or that she was going to be covered in mud. She just couldn't take it anymore; her body was ice cold. But she couldn't go to the wake and face all those people and their sympathy. Because they all seemed to know what was best for her. And they didn't, they didn't know what was best for her. She just wanted people to stop bothering her.
But now, as the sky darkened, into a beautiful dusk, she just crumpled up in a ball and let the rain make her even more wet, like she had just got in to the bath with all her clothes on. She was going to stay there until someone came looking for her. There was no point anymore. She was a void without her sister. It would be the last time she would be able to see her sister without anyone else there for a long time. So she might as well make the most of it. So she told her sister she was sorry. Sorry for what happened. Sorry for the fact she couldn't stop what had happened. But Luna was mostly sorry that it ended in her death, when Luna could have done so much to prevent it.
She still couldn't get over the fact that she had let her sister, Freya, go out into town by herself on such a dark night. It was all her fault. She was the worst sister to the best sister anyone could hope for. And now Freya had paid the ultimate price for having the worst big sister. Death.
At last Luna decided it was a good idea to get up. To go and join the others at the party. But as she got up, there was a figure that moved towards her. It was a young man about Luna's age. He was moving as gracefully as a ballet dancer, tall, strong and beautiful.
