(( ON HOLD EDITING ))luna [[ m.c. a.u ]]

01

LUNA

You realise it's not home when your heart is screaming out of your chest as you enter the door. Laying here in my sunken bed switching the light on and off multiple times, stupid and pointless, but time consuming, at the moment i have more time than i need. I could fix that by finishing it all now, by just falling, but i inconveniently agreed to meet Michael in an hour.

Switching the light off i move from my bed over to the shattered glass, the photo of  them is unrecognisable as it sits in a scattered mess the glass glistens from the sun hitting it, oh how pretty the glass looks how it creates that diamond rainbow effect oh such irony considering the memories that are shattered with it. 

Stepping over the mess to my desk i pull out my blue pen and the note I’ve written on too many times. It starts raining, the sun hiding behind a cloud, leaving my small room much darker than before.

I like to call it my last note. 

I can barely make out all the words but i just like to write what i feel on this one piece of paper, its blue ink is smudging in areas and words are overlapping each other but its fine, i don't really care too much about legibility. Moving my hair out of my face i begin to write.

'Take my breath as you swallow yours, take my soul like the night before, take my hand to the grave, lay me down to rest again.'

The words make their way onto the page as I look out my crammed window. The weather is so suited to my mood, the racing wind makes the house shiver, as the rain drops drizzle against my bedroom window. This weather makes me feel so surrounded so safe and secure, though it's the kind of weather that brings life , how could something so dark bring life. Distracted by all my thoughts it is only the extreme coldness that encompasses my room, pulling my jumper down hiding my littered artwork his eyes looking down at my hands.

"Hello Luna, I see you have you last note with you", he whispers

"Hello, yes it's becoming almost unreadable but that's okay?"

“How long do you have?”

“Till the ink fades, till the final will in me seeps from the page.”

“I will write to you, in death Luna”.

a/n

i thINK I might TAKE THIs down later 

maybe

okay 

bYE