*Natalia*
It was a full moon tonight. It cast its light through my open window, shining down onto me. But unlike the sun, there was no warmth–just an endless, cold pit.
I stared emptily at the sky, my whole body feeling heavier than usual as I lay curled up under my blankets. The tears had thankfully stopped, but the dry tracks on my face were uncomfortable. Every movement felt sluggish, like trying to move in slow motion.
I tried to hold onto what little warmth I could but the ice had permeated down to the bone, numbing me in my core. I stared at the battery percentage on my phone, watching it slowly countdown but not bothering to plug it in.
Three percent.
I wondered if the moon felt as lonely as I did now–if this feeling would ever fade, or if this was my punishment for deceiving the man I loved, if this numb misery was my new normal I would have to suffer through this for the rest of my life.
The thought was unbearable.
One percent.
