Lunara stood motionless, staring down at her mother's lifeless body. Her heart felt heavy, weighed down by a grief that she couldn't comprehend. Four days ago, she had watched Mila slip away from her, and now, she was standing here, just inches away from her mother, whose warmth she would never feel again.
Her body felt numb, like she was detached from it, as if everything was happening to someone else. The bright hospital lights above her blurred, and the sound of the machines around her faded, replaced by a hollow ringing in her ears. She couldn't process it, couldn't accept that she was standing in this sterile room, watching the woman she loved, dead.
Her mind was blank. She couldn't even feel the tears that threatened to spill. It was as if her body had shut down, refusing to let her experience any more pain.
