“Is that Luna? Why does she have black hair? What?” said someone watching Luna from a distance. “What is she doing here? Her and Clell? What? Is that why? I must get to the bottom of this.” she was murmuring to herself as she discreetly followed Luna from a safe distance.
Even with Luna’s severe headache and hangover, she managed to walk fast in a zigzag manner while holding her head with one hand, trying really hard not to fall head first. As soon as she reached the car, she swiftly closed the door and managed to choke out, “Let’s go, please. Hurry!”, with her tears still incessantly falling from her eyes. Everything that she was trying to forget—her past—came crashing down on her that she couldn’t handle her emotions anymore.
“Are you okay, my child?” the old driver gave Luna a worried look, his eyes were scanning her if she had any bruises or wounds.
“Ah, yes. Can we please go now? Please.” She begged, leaning her head on the car window and raising her legs to hug it.