(TW: sexual assault, suicide and incest)
Luna's pov: At home, 5:00 AM
"Ugh, I'm going to run out of coffee soon," I sigh, this is my 5th cup of coffee this night, "I guess too much caffeine is harmful for the body but whatever, it's the only thing that makes me feel like a functional human being." Unlike most people, I don't drink coffee to stay awake, no, I mean I can't sleep even if I don't drink it anyways. I drink coffee because it sparks something in me, and that spark is what keeps me motivated for studying all night long. You can call me a freak for all I care. "Maybe I shouldn't have drunk so much, I can't afford to buy so much coffee." The mid-term exams are coming up soon and messing it up is not an option if I don't want to lose my scholarship, but I have little to no time for self studying after I'm done with my part-time job. "Life sure is complicated." I took a deep breath and reopened my History book, I like history, it's fun.
*Beep* *Beep*
I was startled by the sudden noise, nearly no one ever calls me so it was a surprise. "Who could be calling me this late- I mean early in the morning?" I grabbed my phone which was sitting idle under my pillow for god knows how many decades. When I saw who it was, it nearly gave me a heart attack.
"Hello?" I picked up the call.
"Luna, how are you doing?" She said in her calming voice.
"Umm I'm okay."
"Well that's great then!"
"Um...I'm sure I payed the rent at time, didn't I?"
"Oh my, no, I didn't call for the rent, dear, I have a favour to ask of you," she talks so politely.
"Oh, what is it?" I could feel my soul sliding back into my body.
"You see, there is somewhere I need to be urgently, but a person is moving in the apartment next to you and they have forgotten to take the keys from me, so can you please give them the keys for me?" She sounds really tired.
"Yeah, sure."
"Thank you so much, dear, I'm coming to give you the keys."
"Don't worry, it's no big deal." I hung up the call. I hope she's not overworking herself again. Our landlord is a very kind person and her ex-husband took advantage of that. He wouldn't work all year round and leeched off of her. I wonder if all husbands are like this. Maybe not. One day, her only daughter she loved the most in the whole world committed suicide and soon after, it was found that he was sexually assaulting her for a long time which made her do what she did. Maybe that's why she takes care of me so much, I'm pretty similar to her daughter and I'm almost the same age as she was before she died.
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*Ding* *Dong*
I hurried and opened the door, it was miss Sasha, she came to give me the keys.
"Dear..." she gently put her hand my shoulder, "your complexion looks terrible. have you not been sleeping properly again?" She looked so worried, how can anyone be worried like this for someone when they are suffering so much themself?
"Yours looks terrible too, you know, you should take care of yourself more." I said in a slightly sulky tone.
"Okay, I will," she chuckled, "I'll bring some chamomile tea for you when I'll come back, it's a lot better than the instant coffee you've be chugging." She smiles and said.
How does she know that I've been living off instant coffee? I was very curious so I asked.
"How do you know I've been drinking coffee?"
"A mother knows everything." It made me sad when she said that. She is a beautiful mother who lost her daughter and I am a...
"Of course you do." I said. She tightly hugged me before leaving, how long has it been since someone hugged me? Or even touched me? It still feels a little sad though, she's probably just hugging her daughter she sees in me. That's right, why else would anyone be so kind and hug someone like me? I should go study now, I have to make use of my weekend.
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(11 hours later) 4:07 Pm
*Ding* *Dong*
"Ugh...my head hurts,"
*Ding* *Dong*
"I wonder if it's the person miss Sasha told me about." I got up from the chair of my study table, a strong sensation of pain in my back and legs hit me. My body felt sore and every step towards the door was a mental war. I somehow reached and opened the door, the sunlight
piercing through my eyes making me feel blinded.
"Your keys-" huh? What's happening? my vision. shit, I'm losing my balance.
I don't remember much of what happened but, what I do remember is a familiar voice calling my name again and again with a worried tone. I remember someone gently holding me. It was kinda comforting.
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The next morning: 9:03 Am
I opened my eyes slowly, and then closed it back as the light from the window entered it. I hate sunlight. I quickly sit up which resulted my back to ack a little and a piece of cloth fell off from my forehead. Completely ignoring that I desperately crawled towards my window which was there across my bed to close the curtain. "Phew, one more second and I would've burned to death." Just as I was grinning and praising myself I realised that my body doesn't hurt anymore and soon after I got flashbacks from what happened yesterday. I let out a silent scream. "What the hell did I just do?! Am I crazy?! I can't believe I fainted in front a stranger!" I panicked and scolded myself for quite some time.
I went to the kitchen to get some water and I couldn't believe what I saw. I rubbed my eyes to see if I'm just seeing things. My ugly-duckling-like-kitchen has turned into a pretty-swan-like-kitchen. "Am I sure that it's real and I'm not just tripping?" I couldn't believe my eyes. "Is this what magic is? Did a fairy do this for me?" I was creating many surreal scenarios in my head until I saw a note on my kitchen counter. It was written in a pretty handwriting.
I hope that you are feeling better as you're reading this note.
It really scared me yesterday when you suddenly collapsed like that.
I never expected that the 'ever-so-perfect-Luna' can have such a messy kitchen.
(No offence)
Though I somehow did expect you faint one day because of overworking and fever.
Hope you didn't mind me cleaning the kitchen, I couldn't leave it as it is.
And lastly, I made some porridge so heat it up and be sure to eat it all!
Hope you feel better soon.
—N̶o̶v̶a̶ senior
I heated the porridge and one bite was enough to make me brawl my eyes out. I've never ever had anyone take care of me when I was sick. It's been ages since I've eaten a proper meal. "It's so freaking delicious." A small-whisper-like-thank you escaped my lips on every bite.
And once again, when I felt like I'm drowning and there is no way out, you took my hand and pulled me out of this darkness. I think I'm falling for you.
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