THE MOON.
Ah yes, the moon.
Her only source of happiness. No social media, not the people who she called friends.
Just the moon.
Her being so defiant towards the rules of the world had taken a toll on her.
She would cry.
That surprised people, her? Crying?
Being on the verge of tears, she would hold her breath. Cradled up in her blankets, she would look out her window.
Wait, where the moon?
She worried, sitting up on her bed searching for the large round circle that made her feel less alone,
The moon didn't show up today.
Now with her being all alone, she had never feel so vulnerable.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she gave up on having the mask on.
"Fucking hell, right where I needed you the most, up had left me as well"
