A/N: This is just a drabble I wrote a few months ago. It got good crit and I thought I could post it here. Enjoy! Reviews would be awesome. :D


Bubbles

Bubbles. Large, small, colourful, misshapen, beautiful… they're everywhere. She blows a string of them and watches them rise into the air, and she raises her eyes to them and smiles serenely. One or two even land on her face and burst away wetly, leaving soapy rings on her cheeks, but she doesn't mind it. She loves the feeling. In fact, after a while, she tries to jump, to hop, so she can catch some of the bubbles on her face.

She can hear the whispers around her.

"She needs to get dressed."

"What is she doing out there?"

"It's almost time."

She turns around and smiles. They are so innocent. They don't know what she knows. They don't know the secret: that we never really lose anything in life. We always find those things again. They come back to us.

There are tears. Not her tears, just tears from other people's eyes. She understands the emotion, but she knows she won't react the same way. They don't know the secret.

"Come on, Luna."

It's her aunt. The woman takes her little hand and leads her into the house, taking her all the way up the stairs. She wipes Luna's face. Wipes away the soapy trails. Luna doesn't want the trails to go. They're evidence. Evidence to the secret.

Everything in life is like a bubble, her mother always said. Temporary. One moment, it is there, and the next, it is gone.

But her mother had never really said anything about the bubbles that burst on your face. About the ring of soap they left behind. Because that is very important. Everything in life is temporary, but the memories are not. They stay, no matter what you do. And they feel good.

She tries to explain this to her aunt, but the older woman just shakes her head in sympathy, tears pouring out of her eyes. "Oh, my poor child." And Luna realises that these people won't understand. They probably never will. So she keeps her mother's words to herself, because like the soap trails, they are still there in her mind, and she likes having them. So she dresses quietly, and heads downstairs, so they can all bury her mother and put her to peace.

The End