One Luna, Four Alphas
I clung to the hope that perhaps, in the release of my tears, I would find some semblance of healing, some semblance of peace.
The tears continued to flow, each one carrying with it a fragment of my shattered dreams. I mourned for the life I had once known, the vibrant spirit that had now been eclipsed by uncertainty and fear. The weight of my tears felt both cleansing and exhausting, as if with each droplet, I shed a layer of my anguish.