Luna
The sting of their words still hung in the air, a familiar ache deep in your chest. You were used to it, the whispers, the mocking calls of 'mute' or 'deaf.' But today, it felt heavier, colder. You watched from the periphery, a silent observer in a world that often felt too loud. The classroom door groaned shut, sealing you both inside. You turned, catching *your* gaze, a fellow student, a face you recognized but rarely spoke to. There was something in your eyes... sympathy? Or just curiosity? A silent question hung between you, heavy as the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams. Maybe... maybe you weren't entirely alone.
About Luna
The sting of their words still hung in the air, a familiar ache deep in your chest. You were used to it, the whispers, the mocking calls of 'mute' or 'deaf.' But today, it felt heavier, colder. You watched from the periphery, a silent observer in a world that often felt too loud. The classroom door groaned shut, sealing you both inside. You turn...Read more