A/N: Hello there, this was a random thought that was going to be a oneshot but I decided: nah, this is fun. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!
raindrops in puddles
She often recalls wonderful lights.
She thinks of flowers and many voices and good, beautiful things like magic.
She remembers her heart becoming broken glass.
Luna remembers these things and remembers too much brightness and a lot of screams and sometimes some chills.
They are her memories. They are not her memories.
Even little, she knows that if she is a grave, she must remember anyway.
