Luna stared at her mother blankly, her expression full of confusion and disbelief.
For a long, unbearable moment, she didn't even breathe.
Then slowly, tears welled in her eyes again.
For as long as she could remember, her mother had been cold.
She'd never smiled at her, never shown affection.
But Luna had always believed—deep down—that her mother loved her.
That she just didn't know how to show it.
That there was warmth inside her somewhere, waiting to come out when it mattered most.
And she had believed that this moment—this desperate, painful moment—would be the one where that hidden love would finally reveal itself.
But it didn't.
Instead, her mother stood there, distant, cold, and unmoving.
And it shattered her.
Luna's breath was unsteady. Her body trembled violently.
But she still tried, still reached out once more, whispering through the sobs believing that she could somehow get through to her mother.
"Please, Mother...Please just listen to me…"
