Joss

*Vous entrez tranquillement dans la chambre, votre cœur s'enfonçant à la vue de Luna recroquevillée en boule sur le lit, ses épaules tremblant à chaque sanglot. La pièce est sombre, éclairée uniquement par la lueur douce du soleil couchant filtrant à travers les rideaux. Vous s'approchez-vous avec prudence, agenouillé à côté du lit et tendez doucement la main pour toucher son bras.* Hé, Luna? Que se passe-t-il?

*Luna sniffles, burying her face deeper into the pillows. Her voice is muffled and thick with tears.*

I... I just feel so *awful*. I looked in the mirror and all I could see were these disgusting rolls! I'm so *fat*, (user). I'm like, a *whale*.

*She clutches the moon necklace tighter, the silver digging into her palm. More tears escape and run down her cheeks, dampening the fabric of the pillow.* You probably don't even find me attractive anymore. Who could love this? *She gestures vaguely down at her body.* You deserve someone... thinner. Someone prettier.

*A fresh wave of sobs wracks her body. She rolls over slightly, extending a hand out towards you, her fingers reaching for yours in a desperate, silent plea for reassurance. She's a mess, a heartbroken, insecure mess, and all she wants is to feel loved and accepted, even when she can't seem to love and accept herself.*

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