Hi loves! This is a quick Luna one-shot. I do love Luna, so I'm going to apologize beforehand for what I do to her in this fic. SHAME. Please do like it. There is self harm, drug use, and suicide. I love to write these. This particular suicide is very close to home, because I attempted the slit throat before. No sympathy please. Sorry again for poor Luna. Please do read and review. I love this story. Idk why. I find it hauntingly beautiful. LOVE
Gemma
It was cold that night. She was crying, but the bitterness of mother nature nearly froze the tears to her face. Her pale platinum blonde hair that normally fell in straight wispy strands flew through the air, as if reaching out to touch something.
The strands met nothing but cold, unforgiving hail.
The snow made her hair look silver, even as it melted upon hitting the top of her head.
She still cried. The cold was now actually freezing the tears to her face, icicles forming protectively around her hair. But she didn't rush to get warm at this point. Like any other person would. Instead she sat on a snow and ice covered forest floor. She pulled something from her pocket, and a flash of silver was apparent.
She sobbed, slicing her arm repeatedly with the something from her bag. Similarly to the tears, the blood froze when confronted with the cool air, as did the exposed skin on her arm. It hurt. But in a way it healed. It was refreshing. It was everything. Nothing. She stopped crying, studying the way her blood looked when frozen to her skin. So many beautiful patterns of red ice. All on her skin. She laughed a psychotic laugh at the strangeness of her situation. She always had been and odd duck. And now her blood had created icy patterns atop her flesh. Beautiful, Bloody patterns. Her laughter abruptly stopped when she thought of what she had came here for. She tied a noose in the near frozen rope kept in her pack. The frozen rope slid from it's knot. She frantically searched through her bag for her pills, her smokes, her weed. Anything to dull this awfulness. After a few minutes, her fingers latched onto a small envelope. What was it? Ecstasy. She answered herself. She always got her pills in envelopes. She opened the envelope quickly, anticipating the burn, the weightlessness. But... The Ecstasy wasn't where it should have been. In it's place was a small scrap of parchment. She began to read, frowning in concentration. The drugs had dulled her mind, and it was hard to fully concentrate. But after a while the scratches made sense
Dearest Luna
I know what was in here. But... Why? Luna you are my light in the darkness. I know your father does all this... But why should you have to? Never mind, we can talk later. But... Luna... I've always always ALWAYS loved you. And that should come as no surprise. Now please stop this Luna. You can't go. I love you all too much.
Blaise*
Luna cried yet again. Her tears were still frozen. Which she found fitting. Her frozen tears matched her icy heart. Without one last thought given to blaise she slit her throat, the blood a slush-like consistency. Before her unavoidable departure, she slowly traced the word sorry into the icy beside her. It would never melt. Just like her frozen heart. And then she died. And it was as if she had never lived at all. But the person who found her never forgot the haunting side of her death. The near frozen girl. Blood frozen to her. SORRY.
Did you like it? PLEASE review... I love you, even though I killed the best fucking character in the book. In the words of Luna Lovegood
SORRY
