Thread:Swampcloud51/@comment-37000721-20191027191015/@comment-37000721-20191219000406



"There's a memory..." Luna said in a distant voice, almost as if she were talking to herself, "Of me and my family. It was...it was Christmas, and my mother had just gotten sick, and she couldn't work as long, but she still managed to get me a present." her eyes clouded. "She said that day that I should treasure it, and she told me it was the last thing she could have ever done to make me happy." She gripped Axton's hand as tears began forming in her eyes. "It's not a very happy memory, is it?" she said. "But the warmth that went into it is what I think of whenever I look and see the snow outside."