Luna's Reincarnation: Our Sisterly Bond

I was suddenly in the middle of the road, an expressway. I was wearing a black flared gown. I was practically doing nothing, just staring across the road, mournful, with no tears, just a blank heart. The atmosphere was hazy, leaving room for some spine-chilling sensation. The weather was cold, tickling my face and sinking deep into it. I tried to blanket myself from the cold. The environment was abandoned, with no vehicles, no people, only old, ramshackle flat buildings. I looked far into the foggy distance, I pierced my eyes through it, and I could see a person, a lady in an all-white dress. She was moving towards me, I only stared with myriads of unexpressed emotions. I felt my broken heart breaking free and lively. I smiled inwardly, my face now brimming. What kind of magic effect has the all-white dress lady had on me? As she moved closer, I could see her face faintly, I could tell she had a mixed sorrow and joy smile on. Her hair, was black, shiny, in beautiful waves, and falling

When we reached home, I changed my wet dress and joined Luna in the kitchen to fix dinner. I started with the dishes while Luna cut the vegetables.“You shouldn’t allow yourself to be mistreated by anyone, especially not your college mates,” Luna said, glancing at me and then back to the veggies.“I couldn’t fight them, Luna, she got a team,” I said. I never learned to fight like Luna, possibly because I believe she will always defend me.“She got a team, you got your strength,” she said, focusing on me, and I looked at her. “It’s not about how many they were, it’s about you developing the courage and strength to defend yourself.”Luna turned back to the vegetables. I returned to washing the dishes.“How will I learn when you always take care of everything about me?” I muttered to myself.“You said?”“Nothing,” I denied, starting to rinse the dishes. She shook her head and went on to check the boiling spaghetti.The following day. I was on campus, seated on a long bench, and r

That night, I sat on the bed, fondling Phoenix’s fur. The creature has a special aura around it. From its black gleaming eyes to its innocent look, everything was simply special about it.“Phoenix?” I called. “Do you know why I named you Phoenix?” I asked and it made a meow sound. I bet it didn’t know. “I will tell you. I named you Phoenix because if by chance you ever leave me, you will come back for me. Phoenixes don’t die once, they will always be back,” I said sadly. Phoenix was listening to my emotional expression. It simply kept its gaze on me, looking maybe sad or concerned. I sighed. “You know, Phoenix, my sister left me. She never came to my rescue like she used to. With each passing day, I wish she could come back for my sake. Crescent moons do reappear, right? I still hope Luna emerges like a wildflower and come in search of me,” I poured out and sighed. Phoenix didn’t meow this time. It sounded like “aww!” I held it close to myself while still massaging its soothing fur.T

At night, I was seated beside Emiliano on the couch. He wanted me to continue my story. Phoenix was beside us. I continued in flashback.***In the morning, the singing birds woke me up from sleep. I gathered my fragile self up. My eyes were aching. I couldn’t stare at daylight, it made my vision blurry. I had to squint from the woods. I just needed to leave the neighborhood. I reached a river, I saw a sailor who helped me to cross the river with my bags. I was going to my maternal grandmother’s house. After her demise many years ago, foreigners inhabited the house. We learned they returned to their hometown a few months ago and the house was now vacant. I trudged down the remaining miles, carrying bags all around my shoulders while pulling two suitcases. I almost resembled a camel carrying many loads. After a long trudge under the now scorching sun, I was faced with my grandma’s house. I let down all the loads from my body. I heaved a sigh of relief. I was tired, hungry,

After dinner, I went into my room. Phoenix was already sleeping on the couch. I took a cool shower and sat on a stool in front of the vanity table to apply my night cream. I was already in my nightgown. I flipped my hair aside as I applied the cream to my neck and way down my shoulders. I lifted my leg, applying the cream to my thigh and down my flawless leg to my foot. When I was done, I stood up. Turning to the bed, I drew in the air sharply. Emiliano was at the door. His arms were firmly crossing his chest while leaning against the wall and gazing at me. Why didn’t I notice him earlier? Did he appear like a ghost or what? Besides, why was he staring lustfully at me? He began walking toward me. I took a step back. I wanted to ask why he was in my room at this specific nighttime, but the words died in my mouth the moment he crossed the distance between us and stood right in front of me. He leaned forward and tilted his head to the crook of my neck. I let out a gasp. I clutched the ed