Dear Mum,
People say that I am dreamy. Perhaps I am. They think I am strange; possibly mad. To them I am none but the infamous Loony Luna. But do they know what lies behind my vacant veil? It is you, Mother. You, who are constantly in my thoughts; you who guide me when I feel lost- trust me, it's happened many times.
I see you live and die with the rising and the setting of the moon. Every night, when I lie in bed, I see your face, one that becomes ever the more misty with time, but one that I hope I'll never forget.
I'm sitting here by the lake; the wind and the thestrals my only companions. The autumn leaves dance with grace, like a lively spirit, falling to the ground to form a scarlet carpet on which I am seated. The lake offers the fresh scent of water that I know you loved; one of moisture and dampness.
I recall the days we went fishing for fresh water plimpies. I tell you, those days are still the best I've ever had. I miss you, Mum. I miss you more and more with every passing day. There are some things that even Dad and his genius can not help me with; recovering those moments and reliving them.
I think he feels it too. But our pride prevents us from even broaching the subject. I think I should put my pen down now. It's getting cold and the wrackspurts are starting to get to my head.
Loving and missing you always,
Luna
AN: Hey guys, I know it's been more than a year since I published something new- I've been crazily busy...but the inspiration just suddenly came to me :) please read and review :)
xx.