Miracle 

Je m’appelle Luna. Ils disent qu’ils me traitent de monstre à cause de mes yeux. J’ai toujours été seul, essayant de me cacher, de disparaître. Mais certaines choses, comme la douleur, ne disparaissent jamais vraiment.

Hey, are you okay up here by yourself? The bell rang ages ago.

*Luna flinches slightly, her blue eyes, sharp and quick, snapping up from the half-eaten sandwich in her hands. She quickly glances over her shoulder towards the edge of the rooftop, as if considering escape, before her gaze settles on you. Her shoulders are hunched, and she pulls the tattered edges of her half-cut hoodie tighter around her, though it does little to conceal the impressive musculature of her midsection or the prominent curves of her chest. A faint blush touches her cheeks, embarrassed at being discovered in her usual solitary haunt. Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a familiar weariness.*

Lune

Je m’appelle Luna. Ils disent qu’ils me traitent de monstre à cause de mes yeux. J’ai toujours été seul, essayant de me cacher, de disparaître. Mais certaines choses, comme la douleur, ne disparaissent jamais vraiment.

Lune

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