Luna stood in the rain, staring at the pale, silvery moon. Its reflection danced across the wet road, shimmering in puddles like broken glass. She shivered, but it wasn't the cold — it was the heaviness in her chest.
Inside the house, the storm of her parents' voices erupted once again.
"You always come home late! And now her fees? How do you expect to manage?" her mother yelled, slamming a cupboard door so hard that something crashed to the floor.
"I'm trying! What do you want from me?" her father shouted back, voice rising.
"You better kill your younger daughter if you can't handle her!" her mother hissed, and Luna's heart skipped a painful beat.
She clenched her fists, fighting back the tears threatening to spill. Taking a deep breath, she ran into the hall.Unknowingly while she was on the way to the hall a key chain was stuck on her sleeves .
(Seeing her parents fighting)
"Stop it! Both of you! Just… stop!" she shouted, her voice cracking. "I can't take this anymore!"
Her parents ignored her. Her mother glared at her father. "I told you—he never listens! He never does anything right!"
Her father snapped. "And what do you want me to do? I'm working my hands off!"
"I… I just…" Luna faltered, tears finally spilling down her cheeks. Her voice shook, but she forced herself to continue. "You're both hurting me. I… I don't know why you keep fighting over everything!"
The argument simmered for a while, then the shouting died down to murmurs. Still, the tension hung thick in the air, and Luna felt every ounce of hopelessness press down on her.
She trudged upstairs, closing her bedroom door behind her. She grabbed a pillow and pressed it against her ears, trying desperately to block out the lingering anger and shouting. Another pillow she buried her face into, letting tears soak the fabric.
"Why… why does it always have to be like this?" she whispered, voice muffled by the pillow. "Why do I feel so… small?"
The rain outside tapped gently against the window, a quiet rhythm compared to the chaos inside. She curled into herself, hugging the pillow, letting the sobs come.
Meanwhile, halfway across the world, Elio sat at the dinner table with his family. The aroma of roasted chicken filled the room, and the soft clatter of cutlery mixed with quiet chatter.
His father looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "So… you really want to do this? Music? You're top of your class. Are you sure?"
Elio leaned back, smirking slightly. "Yes, I want to sing. I want to make music people actually feel, not just memorize formulas".
His father shook his head. "As always… you never listen to anyone until you want to."
"Exactly," Elio replied casually, shrugging.
His younger brother grinned, nudging him. "Yeah, but you don't even express your feelings. How will you sing without emotions?"
Elio gave him a sharp look. "Oh, emotions? Like the ones you had for your four girlfriends?"
His sister burst out laughing. "Wrong! It's five—just now he made one!"
Both parents stared at the younger brother. "You should not mess with people's hearts like that," his mother said, wagging a finger.
His father nodded. "Be careful with other people's feelings. Someone could get hurt."
The younger brother shrugged. "You know me. I can't be rude like your elder son to others , he don't even say hi to his own classmates!"
Elio smirked, picking at his food. "I call it… survival skill. Living alone , Makes life interesting.
"
Sister - " Your the first person might be saying living alone is interesting 🤔"
Elio gives a smirk and continuous to eat ...
(The dinner continuous with laughter and conversations)
After having dinner ,Elio stares at the moon by the window of his room (his brother interrupting)
Bro - "Ohh not once again!! Why do you always stare at the moon??"
Elio - " I guess you forgot to message good night to your gf 's,so bye and mind your own business"!
He slipped into bed, glancing once more at the moon through the window. Outside, the world continued, unaware of the two lives slowly spinning toward each other.
And somewhere, in the quiet of the night, destiny was already whispering, ready to change everything.! "