[THIS IS NOT A X READER STORY NOR A LOVE STORY] Ethan has always been fascinated by the Moon: glowing up there, in the night sky, surrounded by stars, generously offering its glow to light his room. His cold, small room, where he spent hours and hours thinking about his condition. Looking at the Moon made everything much easier: washing away his fears became almost a joke, arguing with his mind and his self-esteem seemed like a game. Everything under the moonlight became easier to bear: his problems, his inner demons, his life. If he looked at the Moon, he felt nothing but a sensation of peace. "I'm so fucked up, man" "Aren't we all fucked up? You're the one that shows it"