EPILOGUE

Vincenzo Moreno

They were removing her off life support today.

Jaw clenched, straight went my gaze. At infinity. Thunder droned at a distance. Clouds, gray, were laden with rain. It'd fallen all night. I'd taken an early morning flight, fortunately, and so, had been able to make it here.

I didn't know if I should be comforted that nature empathized with me. Mourning along with me. Or I should break more, knowing that Rina had been to be next Luna, the reason why the skies mourned her imminent exit.

I gave out heavy, fervent sobs, fishing out some tissue from the armrest. I wept into it.

No. Grief hadn't...