Hi...

Hmm...

I know I still have Maybe We Weren't Made for Each Other to finish but I reeeeeally wanted to do this story. I promise I'll stil update the other but not that much, I want to concentrate on this one. I have a good feeling about this.

It's inspired on book called A Lua de Joana (or Joana's Moon, for you to understand) by Maria Teresa Maia Gonzalez. It's an inspiring and awesome book, I don't know if there is in english, but if there is you totally should try it!

This will basically the same story but with some differences cause I'll adjust it to Austin and Ally. It will have Auslly eventually, but it won't be the main subject. You'll see.

I hope you like it.

Enjoy the first chapter! (:

Miami, August 28th

Dear Trish,

I don't know what I'm doing. I guess I needed to take this weight off my chest, I need an escape, I need to understand what happened and what is happening. And because you always were my best friend and I used to tell you everything... It didn't make sence to me if I wrote a diary, it would be like writing to myself and that would be weird. Maybe it's even stranger write this letter to you but maybe it's a way to keep your memory alive some way, at least until I can understand everything, until I can forgive you.

It has been exactly a month since you... I still can't say it. Probably because I still don't believe you're not here with me anymore. It's just so hard to believe!

As you know, today is my birthday. Well it was my birthday. 16. I've lived for 16 years and life goes on and on. Something makes me wonder why I'm here and you're not. It's 2 in the morning and I can't sleep. I'm going to tell you what I received. Finally my mother let me redecorate my bedroom. It's all white: the walls the furniture, the carpet, the curtains... And I have the swing of my dreams: it's a wooden half-moon (white, of course) suspended in the ceiling by a chain, in the middle of my room. It's the only one in the world! I designed it. When I want to think, I turn it into a crescent moon, when I'm sad, I turn it into a quarter moon and I sit there until the sadness finally disappears.

Grandma gave some earings she used to wear when she was younger.

"You're old enough to wear earings, honey. Don't listen to your mother, she's an old fashion" she said. Because you know my mother didn't approve of me wearing earings. Grandma is a sweetheart.

The Jerk was broke as always, so mom must have borrowed him some money and he gave me a bar of chocolate, even knowing very well that I'm allergic, and a stupid card with a draw of a stupid ugly monkey that says "You're getting old!" It's really a petty having a brother like him.

My dad gave me a watch. Another watch for my stupid collection of watches. But he probably doesn't remember the watches he gave me all the years before. He's busy as always. Certainly he asked for Elizabeth to buy it. He only leaves his office to go to some music congress, how could he have time to buy something for his own daughter.

Mom wanted me to have a party but I said no, absolutely no. She just couldn't ruin my birthday and I wasn't in the mood to parties either. Birthday isn't that important, I mean if it was 18... I would finally be a legal adult, I would just fly away from here, away from the problems, I would leave and make my own decisions.

Well I'm tired, I need to sleep. I hope I don't dream of you tonight, it's terrible.

Love,

Ally

Maybe you're not understanding... Well you'll understand eventually, I promise you. But I don't want to tell you. Where is the fun in that?! :o

Kisses ^-^