Lune Love

Luna had already replayed the clip of her favorite character from her recently watched animation film 70 times on loop. She couldn't stop herself from rewatching the 20-second video edit at that point. She was hooked, obsessed even. Like a lunatic, she kept replaying the clip again and again, drooling at the sight of her new love interest, the main character of the movie. She was lovesick, irrationally and irrevocably in love. Sick of the audio from the clip, Luna's mother walked into her room and there sat Luna, sitting rolled up in a blanket. Her mother was very agitated but more concerned about her daughter, whose condition was getting worse with each passing day. "That is enough, Luna. You watched the video enough times already. Please quit this." There was concern in her voice. "Yes, but mom, I have 15 more videos to watch...you don't understand how important that is. I will die if I don't." Luna's voice cracked as she spoke. "You leave me no choice but to confiscate this laptop for the night. It's past 12. Go to sleep already." Luna's mom picked the laptop from Luna's bed. Luna was already in tears. As her mom started walking out of the room, Luna was throwing fits. Shouting and crying like a small kid crying for candy. "NO...please mom. I beg you. I beg you. I won't watch the videos tonight. So just please let me have my laptop. I beg you, mom." She wept bitterly. Her mom closed the door behind her. Luna started throwing things on the floor, behind the door. Why won't mom understand, huh? I threw the pillow at the door. I'm in love...I would die if I had to sleep without my love. I... I can't feel the strength in my legs. I fell on the floor weeping bitterly. The air blew in from the window gently, as if trying to comfort my pain. It hurts. My chest is hurting and I can't breathe right. If this is not love, then what else can it be? The pain that I'm feeling right now is real. My love is real. I don't believe in what others or my mom say. My love is real. Nothing can change that. I wet the carpet on the floor with my tears. I lay there on the floor bleeding inside with the lovesickness that I was struck with. I was jealous of his lover. I wished she died in the movie or that she never found him. But the fact the movie can't be changed is killing me. I feel lonely and betrayed. What can I do to reduce this pain? Is there nothing that can pull me out of the quicksand of my misery? With all the pain and the train of my thoughts, I didn't notice when I passed out. I slipped into the embrace of deep slumber where I felt numb and lifeless. While Luna was suffering in her room, her mother outside was shedding tears for her. The poor woman could not bear the sight of her daughter suffering endlessly. She slowly walked into her room where her husband was sitting on the bed, feeling helpless and a failure as a father. His head hung low. His wife joined him. She sat next to him, caressing his shoulder. "It's going to be alright honey. We are trying our best. This isn't our fault." "Listen, I know our little girl is in immense pain but it equally hurts me to see her like that." Luna's mom nodded her head in disbelief as if she knew what he was going to say next. "Hey, I know it's tough but we gotta do what's best for our baby." "But I'm her mother. How can-" "And I'm her father. Have some faith in me, honey. Sending her to rehab is only what's in her interest. It's not like I won't miss her every single day. But we must do this. For Luna. For us" He hugged Luna's mother. "For you, my love." They shed some tears before they finally went to sleep. The next morning, Luna's mother called the rehab to get Luna.