Luna e notte
“Cause I never knew, I never knew
You could hold moonlight in your hands
'Till the night I held you
You are my moonlight,
Moonlight…”
— Ariana Grande
. . .
Cassandra never thought that she’d ever set foot in a hospital, not after... not after… no. Don't go there. Don't even think about it.
In the first place, she doesn’t have to come here.
If only this doesn’t happen.
It doesn’t even have to happen.
As Cassandra finally took in that dreaded smell–antiseptic, a little bitter and a little too sharp on the nose, with undertones of the artificial fragrance which came from soaps and cleaners–she sees her younger self in her mind's eye, looking over her mother’s, her father’s still body.
Dead.
The two of them, gone.
Just like that.
And just like that, rage took over.