Luna saw a letter at the back of her mother's picture, It came with a picture Luna recognized. When she was younger, her mum used to tell her stories about the starman, the brightest one her mother recognized, and ofcourse, if her mother found the starman the brightest Luna did too. Her mum used to tell her that the starman would've adored her if he had the time to meet her–but unfortunately, he needed to be back in the sky, because he was done granting wishes down here– and at the very end of every story, her mum would always take the picture out, and show it to her as a proof that starman did exist, that he was there to grant her mother's wishes, to be loved.
Her mother didn't know that she stays up, even after the story, and hear her cry at the picture, hugging it close–Luna thinks she misses him–So every night, she would look at one of the stars, and hope that It was starman, she would wish and wish for him to come back. And when that didn't work, she wished for anything, and everything–a hat, a book, a peacock–anything random, just for starman to comeback, because he needs to grant more wishes.
She looks at the letter and found it crumpled and a complete mess. The paper looks like it was dragged in the water–It looks like someone cried everytime they read it–She opened it and the ink is still neat–like someone was afraid to lose the last piece of someone, and used every spell imaginable to protect It–A neat handwriting welcomed her, and so, she begins to read.
My dearest, Pandora
I will be gone by the time you read this letter, and because of that, I will start with the most important thing you need to know; I love you. Pans, I cannot die without you knowing just how I much I will live for you, and I somehow always talk to you about the stars brighter than mine, but, they will never outshine you for you are My Universe, and somehow you chose me as your brightest star. You thought me everything from "the grass is green" to "It's okay to love" and for that, If I am capable of loving someone, it will be you. It will always be you. You hold every good in this world, and keep it in your tiny box–and yet, you shared every single one of them, with me. I'm sorry I won't be there for your future... Your dream wedding, your first job, and all the first and last you'll be experiencing, and most of all, Luna. Are you still gonna name your future daughter that? I wouldn't blame you if you didn't, after all this, I wouldn't be shocked If you didn't read this letter, but, with all the stars in the galaxy, I'm wishing you did.
I wrote another letter for our Luna, If you ever named your daughter that, I want her to read It. It will be my way of meeting her, our moon.
With all the love left in me,
Regulus, Your brightest star.
