Luna

Prologue

For some, when putting on your headphones and drowning yourself in the kind of music that completes you, every feeling, every memory, every pain, happiness, euphoria, all of it could be felt. For Luna,every chord that resounded in her eardrums gave her confidence for whatever she needed. Therefore, ever since she was five years old, she knew that she would finish her life doing her passion, and so it happened.

Fast forward thirty years in the future there she was, with a career no one took seriously, for its cheesy lyrics, with a so called loving husband that used her up till now for benefit. One which she had no courage to divorce, considering the fact that as much as he depended on her she depended on him for her own career. She no longer felt the thrill to sing, or listen to any music. Even the ones her "loving" husband "wrote" for her.

She knew it was not love, nor anything that her parents told her it would be, now at least. At first, Luna did fall for him, his good looks, his lyrics, and the way she looked at him. At least until the "I do", after, it was a whole different story. Despite her good looks, her cheerful personality and her love for him, she knew that it was not a love that went from both sides. And she was fine with it. At first.

They say first love you never forget. And it was true, if you consider that he never forgot his. Nancy Krew, a beautiful model, three years older than her, with a beautiful smile, kind intentions and really nothing to complain about. And that's what rotten our young female lead. There was no way she could hate her, because after all. Their marriage was all through contract.

Even though most nights he never returned home, and even if he did he would come home smelling like fragrant orchids, or that she knew that his change of humour depended on the presence of cameras, she could never complain. She was in love, and it was not his fault. Even though he lied, and never admitted.she knew that it was all pretend.

They say woman are vicious creatures, but once knowing that man you can only disagree.

Sometimes she wished she had never accepted to date him. That she never got addicted to his perfume, that she found someone better, that she had done better. Now it was too late. Throughout the years she was so occupied in trying to impress him, to be the girl he would fall in love, to be the perfect wife, that in the end, she forgot who she was. She forgot to take care of her career, she forgot to stick to her principles, and she even forgot that she too was worth it.

Now eighteen years had passed since her debut, since she was the charming girl that everyone thought to be cute, the passionate songwriter. Now she was just an thirty five year old who still sang silly love songs, her career had passed, and now it was ending.

Looking up into the big city, she thought to herself, this city is too big for a woman like me. In this equation everything was perfectly calculated, the only thing left was her. If there was no her, maybe her band companions would have had a shot in the industry, maybe Derek would officially be with the woman he loves, maybe, the company would be advancing. Maybe her manager wouldn't have to be covering up so many mistakes she made out of anger.

She looked up once again, her hazel eyes reflecting the blue sky. It was a beautiful day, a nice last view.

"The air up here is so easy to breathe." She said feeling her black hair flowing behind her shoulders.

It was so good to see the colour that reminded her of her mother so much, how was she doing these days? Maybe ashamed of her daughter's acts, of her daughter's neglecting towards her own family. Maybe feeling sad that her only daughter was living a sad marriage, which she advised about. Who knows. Will she cry at the funeral? Will she even go? She never liked to go to funerals. But, she looked so good in black. Such a shame.

Laughing she felt the tears streaming down her eyes into her bare cheeks, without all the heavy makeup she reminded herself so much of her father. A pretty yet fragile face, not many defined features apart from her eyes. She laughed again, this time with despair. Who would have known that the moment in her life that she would fell like herself the most, was the last moment? After so many years trying to look like her, dyeing her hair blonde, letting it grow, losing weight, wearing heavy makeup and getting enough spray tans to actually injure what was once a commercial worth soft skin. Now was the only time she could actually recognize what it felt to be her.

She laughed loudly once again. She tried so hard to become someone else. For what? She still never got her husband to herself, she was laughed at, she lost many job opportunities, and she even lost her family, for something like being accepted by another.

One last time, she put her headphones on. She listened to the chords of the piano, and her soft voice, every note resonated with each tear that left.

"It's alright if you run out of breath

No one will blame you

It's okay to make mistakes sometimes

Because anyone can do so

Although comforting

saying : it's alright

Are just words"

With that she stepped forward, closing her eyes and saying goodbye to everything. Finally letting her breath out before falling on the busy street's pavement.