MAIA'S POV

Instead of sleeping in the room that night, I stayed in my old room. I was hurt by what he said, thinking that he was the only one going through hard after the war.

Being back in my old room brought back a lot of memories. My painting materials were still there, and everything was left untouched.

I sat on my painting stool and took out a blank canvas. I drew the first thing that my eyes landed on - the moon.

One of the things that had always mesmerized me was the moon. The way it changed colors and shapes was more than enough to have one...