บท 1: Yellow Moonlight
Luna stood on the footpath and looked down at the quiet, empty roads of Resonance. Everything was covered in an ambient glow of orange which seemed to emanate from a single, bent streetlight resting at the side of the road. The light flickered for a moment, then disappeared before suddenly reigniting with a brightness more intense than before. Luna whipped out her phone, and after a quick glance, shoved it back in the pocket of her pants.
"When was it that she wanted to meet up?", Luna mumbled to herself, "Eleven o'clock? "
With a gentle sigh, she turned and started to walk off in the opposite direction. The park was the quickest way to get there, going the normal way meant at least five more minutes of walking. Five more minutes of walking she could do without. Oh well, it wasn't as if she hated going through the park anyways. It was quiet, and Luna liked quiet. It was a change from the hustle and bustle of everyday life for her anyways. And hell, who wouldn't want a break from that.
A narrow path snaked through the park, flanked by a small creek on its right and bush on its left. The rushing of freshwater down the creek reverberated through the trees and echoed throughout the path, accompanied by a choir of cicadas. The air was tinged with the scent of dust after rain, a scent which quickly flooded Luna's nostrils. Cracks of moonlight filtered through the thin canopy of trees, creating a beautiful mosaic of light upon the dark, earthy canvas that was the ground.
Reaching the end of the path, she found herself at the foot of a pedestrian crossing which led to the shopping district. The majority of the stores were already closed aside from the occasional convenience store or club. It was a world that truly was asleep. Luna always thought there was something mesmerising about seeing the city at night, it felt almost as if the city itself had transformed. Maybe that was what kept drawing her back. She set aside these thoughts as she strolled into a nearby alley, looking for the familiar neon glow of the Café Violette.
It was a quaint, small little cafe hidden in the backstreets of the city. The exterior was a vague, grayish sort of colour that seemed to blend in with the scenery that surrounded it. A bright, pastel purple neon sign hung above the entrance. It was one of those rare places that stayed open until late at night and was a general roost for those seeing a refuge from the trials and tribulations of reality. And for Luna, it was a second home.
It was eleven o'clock at night and Luna found herself in front of the Cafe Violette once again. The Café Violette was always quiet in the evenings. She exhaled slowly, watching as her breath condensed and disappeared into the night. She rubbed her hands together for some semblance of warm and made her way into the cafe. The walls of the cafe were coloured a lavish pastel, purple. Small plant pots hung from the walls above each table, each containing a small sprig of lavender. The scent of freshly ground coffee beans permeated the air, enveloping the cafe with an almost heavenly smell. A soft, gentle jazz instrumental echoed across the walls of the cafe complemented by the chitter chatter of customers. Ordering a mochachino, she took her number and went looking for a table.
There was an empty table in the corner of the cafe, away from the windows. Luna shuffled towards it, and sat down. She took off her beanie, letting her brown hair fall delicately down her back. Luna scanned the room, looking for her, but there wasn't any sign of her. A buzz from her pocket interrupted her search. Luna pulled out her phone, the light from the screen coating her face in an artificial white. A message.
Sorry Luna, but there's some important business I have to deal with today at work so I can't meet with you today. I'm sorry but you're going to have to just wait. I'm sure what you have to say can wait.
Typical. Just typical. Nothing really had changed after all these years. For Luna, even looking at the message caused her to burn up.
She ran her hands through her hair, almost feeling like wanting to tear it out.
Her phone vibrated again, another text from her. She didn't even bother to look at her screen before flipping it over. Burrowing her head in her hands, she chuckled to herself for a moment before beginning to cry.
"Honestly", she thought to herself, "What did I expect?"
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