15 fourteen

luna stared at the ceiling the whole time as she drowned herself in sentimentality. she couldn't believe what mona just told her. all this time luna thought that her father made the right decision to leave her mother but the truth was entirely different.

now that she knew what the truth was, she couldn't hate herself more and her father too. what an asshole he was. if only she could tell her mother how sorry she was. how miserable she feels, how empty she feels inside.

all of her mother's actions seemed valid now when she knew what the truth was.

now all she wanted was to wake up right now, and go to the kitchen and find her mother, like she always used to, making her favourite pancakes. unlike old days, she would run to her, hug her tight and kiss her non stop. she would let her know how much her mother means to her. she would let her know how much she missed her in this horrible dream. she wished she could wake up from this ugly dream.

all this time she dreamt about kai. looking at kai made her mind at peace, but her heart? a fucking tsunami came everytime with his thoughts or his appearance. she was so much in love with him that everything else seemed blurred.

she was/is so desperately in love that even now, when she is drowned with guilt of her mother, she cannot stop the waves of kai from coming over, like an uninvited guest. his thoughts always came with sentimentality, reassurance that he will never be hers. he will never feel the same way, and even though she could see it all very crystal clear, a flame of hope was always lit in her heart.

she thought if she kept spending time with kai, he would one day, finally see, finally looks at her the way she does. she'd be satisfied is he loved her only the half the way she did. if only he saw her in that light too.

she knew her life was nothing but a pitiful picture hanging on the wall, an melancholic, uninteresting piece of work by an unknown artist.

thinking of kai again she felt that throbbing, killing pain inside her and she rushed to the washroom.

she vomited blood, blood and flowers. two, this time. it was tearing her throat apart and was suffocating her.

she knew she was to die. she couldn't handle the pain anymore. she wished to die this moment so she couldn't feel this pain anymore.

she walks back to her room and her painting catches her eyes. 'almond blossom' she decided to gift this piece of her heart to her closest friend, delilah.

she wanted delilah to know that she loved her beloved friend more than she shows. she was grateful to have her in her life.

she wraps the gift and delivers it to delilah's through a delivery service.

when delilah received the gift the next day and she was confused, who must have sent her this huge present. she opened the wrap and finds a beautiful painting.

"wow."

She smiles at the painting as she smoothly runs her hand over it.

she turns the painting and saw a little message, "i am glad i lived"

her heart drops as she reads that small line and instantly knew who it was from.

she rushed to luna's place and knocks, desperate to see her friend, she knocks again. but there was no answer.

it took her a minute to realise that the door was left open, she rushed inside to her room only to find that her beloved friend was peacefully sleeping, long gone.

the end