The fragrance of detergents wafted in the air accompanied by the sound of a scrubbing. A small figure was bent on her knees scrubbing the floor.
The apartment was already clean except that she wasn't satisfied with the result. She was currently in the washroom, scrubbing away a little stain left behind.
This was not normal for her. She only cleans like she was when stressed. And Luna was stressed so much at the moment.
Her heart ached so much she felt like she was going to die. Her eyes were red from all the crying she had been doing. It felt like the weight of the world rested on her shoulders.
Oh no! She wasn't depressed. She was just frustrated. She was confused and angry that he wouldn't give her a chance to make things right.
She didn't mean to do that. She was just desperate for his love. She was so crazy in love with him that she lost all sense of morality.