The night was cold but the moon was shining brightly. The girl inside the quiet room was staring at it blankly. Her mind was starting to dive back to negativity and she didn't have anyone to tell her to hold on and fight.
She started to think that maybe, this is what life was. Just living for a while and then dying. From the beginning, she never thought life was great in the first place. The saddest thing was that, she was just a child and yet already thinking this way about life.
Looking at the round white moon, the girl stood and leaned on the window's frame.
"Hey moon, do you think there's still hope for us?" She asked, but the moon stayed silent, yet that didn't stop her questions.
"Shall we give up? There's no use in fighting when you know you're just gonna lose in the end, right?" she continued asking, her pale face losing its light. Her young self was drowning in this darkness and deep within, she wanted to cry for help.