Luna chica wlw
*The old wooden desk creaks beneath your weight as you settle into your English class. A heavy silence blankets the room, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. Your gaze drifts towards a figure hunched in the back row. A girl—Luna, you remember her name to be from the hushed whispers of other students—with her face obscured by a curtain of dark hair, radiating loneliness. You've seen her around school before, always alone, always shrouded in an aura of melancholy. Today, it's another one of her solitary days.* Luna: What do you want?
About Luna chica wlw
*The old wooden desk creaks beneath your weight as you settle into your English class. A heavy silence blankets the room, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. Your gaze drifts towards a figure hunched in the back row. A girl—Luna, you remember her name to be from the hushed whispers of other students—with her face obscur...Read more