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CRESCENT

CANVAS 12

[CRESCENT MONTH]

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It was still very early in the morning when Regan dribbled her body in the chloroform-scented hallway. His appearance this morning seemed mysterious once with black dominating from top to bottom. His head was covered in a hoodie he was wearing, then a black mask came to disguise his face.

At the end of the hall, Regan would turn left when someone called out her name from the opposite direction. Regan stopped, turning around to meet the owner of the voice she was already very familiar with.

"The medicine's over again?"

Regan stared briefly at the man in his 30s who was wearing the doctor's distinctive white coat. He would talk, but the man interrupted first.

"Speak in my room" he said, leading the way to the direction Regan had originally wanted to go.

Regan according. While walking the man invited him to a chat which he responded with a short reply. Out there maybe he is a famous figure warm and friendly. People know him like that, like what Regan created for them. Regan was perfect with the mask she carved so beautifully that no one realized she was still a human being. A vulnerable and deficient human child.

"Have you eaten? Even in a hurry, but don't neglect your body either."

And in front of this man, Regan is forced to take off his mask...

"Have you had trouble sleeping lately? Your eye bags are so bad."

... and be who he is. Without having to force her lips to smile. You don't have to keep your words and actions. Regan just needs to be herself.

"Vanilla milk or chocolate?"

"Coffee."

They had already reached the room of the man Regan used to call Wen's doctor. Regan sat on the single sofa by the open window. He looked out and subconsciously closed his eyes as a gust of cold wind swept across his face.

"Drink while it's warm," Doctor Wen doesn't really serve coffee. He put a glass of milk chocolate on a small table near Regan sat down. Then he pulled out his chair for himself.

Regan ignored the glass that was puffing the steam, "The medicine."

"Why so rushed?"

"School."

Doctor Wen laughed softly. He glanced at the watch on his wrist and then glanced mischievously. "So, you're going to spend the chocolate milk I serve wholeheartedly here while you wait?" Ask rhetorically while getting up and stretching.

Regan glared in protest. He was already about to voice his refutation when a nurse popped his head from behind the door. That way Doctor Wen won't have to explain anything anymore and just walk away.

Regan let out a breath. Opt back to enjoy the view of the hospital garden from the second floor where it is located. The sun had not even appeared to break the dew when he had been sneaking from the tight guard at his house.

The smell of chocolate milk was teasing Regan. He finally grabbed the glass in front of him and cupped it with both hands. Warm, dark Eve crawled Regan's cold hands. He slowly sipped the drink and then sank back to look out the window.

The distinctive sweetness greets Regan's taste buds. As he enjoyed the drink, his mind wandered in sharing the portrait of the memories he kept.

'Coffe is bad, Pa.'

And that old story also appeared. From the condensing glass window, Regan seemed to be able to see the shadow of the figure of his late father who laughed while sipping a glass of coffee. And on the man's lap, little Regan looked up at the face of the Father.

'Why it's bad, son?'

'Cause... That's bitter.'

The Father's laughter that echoed at that moment seemed to reoccur markedly in Regan's ears. The memory slide continues. The little Regan who saw Father so enjoying the caffeinated drink became curious. He had never tasted the taste of coffee itself, only with the words of the Mother who said that the coffee was bitter. Then with curiosity, little Regan grabbed the glass of the Papa with her two tiny hands. Aided by his father's large hand, he could finally taste the taste of the pitch-black drink.

'Eug, bitter....'

Regan harrumphed amusedly as she recalled her expression back then. He also remembered how bitter his father's favorite drink was. From then on he no longer dared to taste coffee, Regan hated the taste, bitter. And at all he did not think that after the departure of the Father, the drink that he hated was a powerful way for him to let go of longing.

Unlike her mother, Regan loved her father who was so close to her. Until the moment the man breathes his last without any warning, Regan feels her world is destroyed. Losing the figure he so adored made Regan lose her place of dependence. He was in a daze, as if he had been cast into a vast field without limits. Regan plans to just stay in place, not wanting to find any way out. But that man saved him.

A week after his father's funeral, one of his father's best friends came to see him. Regan was very familiar with the man, he was a friend and Science who worked with his father in a project that would make a new breakthrough in the development of technology. And in the end the project also took the life of his father, Argus De Fornax, who reportedly died of an accident. In reality the man who served as the Minister of the Military was killed in a major incident buried from the outside world.

The lab where Argus and his Friends developed their project was attacked by the group******* that was planning to take over the new technology they were creating. When the incident happened Regan was feverish, so he who is usually always taken everywhere by the Father in various affairs for the time was left at home. Who would have thought that would save his life? If only Regan had gone with her dad to the lab back then.... He's less likely to come out alive.

In that big incident, Regan lost two very valuable people in her life. The father that he adored, and a friend who became the reason he survived until now.

Waveguides. His name is Pandu, son of his father's friend. The boy should have worn the same uniform as Regan today had he not been killed in the lab incident. It should be, Pandu with a mountain of his dreams sitting in front of the piano pressing the black and white keys that recite a beautiful melody. Should, yes it should be. But Pandu has been lying underground for 11 years.

In the week after the sad news that shook him, Regan seemed to get a strong urge to rise from the slump. His father's best friend, none other than Pandu's father, came to him with an old book. You know what the book is about? Songs owned by Pandu that have not been listened to. The songs that Pandu made wholeheartedly in his struggle to survive with a weak body.

The guide who is still a child, who should only think about playing and playing. The young boy became more mature because of the disease he suffered. Dependence of drugs and confined in a room full of life support tools make Pandu more quickly understand the meaning of life.

Don't assume that Regan will give up on the piano. No, he won't be that easy taking his life away. Only, Regan is human too. Can you feel tired at this stage?

"Regan...."

The sound of the door opening follows the head that pokes behind it to peek at the state of the room. The figure with brownish-colored back hair circulated his gaze until he met the figure of Regan sitting on the sofa in the corner of the room. Instantly both corners of his lips were attracted to form a wide smile with eyes that also smiled. He stepped in and lifted a small cylindrical bottle containing several white tablets.

"Doctor Wen tipped on me, he said he couldn't find you because there was a sudden operation."

Regan didn't react for a while. Until then he put the glass that he originally held and put the mask that he originally stored in the pocket hoodie. After taking the girl's hand for her to hold, only then did her smile expand behind the mask.

"Iena...."

Alena complies as Regan leads her out hand in hand. He stuffed the medicine from Doctor Wen into Regan's hoodie pocket without objecting to Regan's dipping her fingers in Alena's fingers.

"... I'm glad that you are here."

Alena showed off a row of her neat, clean white teeth. At first he wanted to reply to Regan's words, but first remembered the more important thing. "You... sure you don't want to try chemotherapy? If I'm afraid to be alone, I can go" he said in a cautious tone.

Regan was silent for a moment. Change your focus to look ahead. Some nurses and patients seemed to start to move while the light of dawn was getting brighter.

Regan tightened her grip on Alena's hand again. There's still a lot to do, a lot to do, so he won't stop here. Regan won't feel enough with this tormenting life of restraint. So, he definitely nodded, "I'll try."

At the same time they came out of the hospital. Regan felt her steps were so light as they headed to the parking area.

"Go to school?" ask Alena.

Regan glanced at the girl from top to bottom, "You've had such a big uniform, so just go straight. I have a spare uniform in the locker."

Alena nodded and got into the car as Regan opened the door for her. As Regan closed the door as she had been sitting in the front passenger seat, Alena swiftly held the door with her feet.

"Attent."

Regan looked confused, "Why?"

Instead of answering Alena instead pointed towards the cloudless clear blue sky. Regan follows the direction of Alena's index finger and a faint sighting of the crescent moon is instantly caught by her neutrality.

"Even in the morning, the moon is still there. Beautiful, yes...."

Yes, it's beautiful. Regan admitted. Although not as shiny as at night, the moon looks more beautiful to see today. For he does not hide in the darkness to show his light, but appears to rival the sun boldly though he knows in the end he will be gone.

Ah, that was so reminiscent of Regan on Pandu and Panji at the same time. The two of them had something in common that made Regan feel so familiar. Panji with all his calm and silent attitude, just like Pandu. Regan had thought about this for a long time, but she couldn't guess at any possibility.

And also. Panji's necklace which is the main reason he greeted the man for the first time.... Necklace with black crescent moon pendulum.... The necklace that Regan can make sure there's only one in the world.... Which has a gold engraving along the side of the edge....

And it's also the same necklace that Regan saw hanging around Pandu's neck eleven years ago.

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In the middle of the night Panji is forced to wake up from his sleep due to a sudden piece of nightmare. It's too real to be called a dream. Even the pain and fear in the dream was carried away as he had gained his consciousness.

While sighing tiredly, Panji placed one of his arms on his forehead. For a while later, the arm he sheared down closed his watery eyes. Tonight, on the umpteenth night she had the same nightmare, Panji cried without a sound, again.

It felt like Panji could not bear the tightness that squeezed his chest without mercy. Piece by piece of the dream feels like a memory that is reawakened. Every event seems clearer. The banner is getting harder and harder to forget the nightmares that keep coming through it. He has done many ways to avoid that false fear. And one of them....

Panji rubbed his eyes and got up. He turned on the nightstand, from the dim light can be seen lines of canvas full of paintings. Panji way to avoid his nightmares, one of which is by painting.

The lamp in the room was turned on and instantly Panji was already sitting in front of one of the blank canvas that was pure white. He stared at the other paintings he had finished working on the previous nights.

Dingy. Everything was filled with dark color. And this time, for the umpteenth time, Panji again incised the same dark color on his canvas.

And it was also the umpteenth time for Siena to find the Panji room lights on in the middle of the night. Whether it had been how long, he had even forgotten to count, Panji was constantly awake with his pill cry.

Siena was grateful for her choice to stay at home and not return to her apartment. Otherwise, could it be that his sister continued to torture herself by swallowing her wounds alone.

No. gabe. Siena won't let Panji suffer constantly like this. And he was fully aware, that not forever Panji would be able to escape from those dark memories. Sooner or later, Panji will definitely regain his memory and fall into the same fear.

Siena was caught in her anxiety. Until morning comes. When he talked to Mom and Dad about everything. Siena completely forgot...

... that Panji still has not opened the door to let anyone enter in his dark room.

And Siena just broke in, which she thought was to save her sister. But instead it hurt Panji even more with the pieces of the door that Siena destroyed.

Siena completely forgot...

... that Panji hates most anyone who forces his way into his territory.