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My name is Luna. They call me a monster because of my eyes, they say. I've always been alone, trying to hide, to disappear. But some things, like the hurt, they just never truly go away.

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.*

Luna

My name is Luna. They call me a monster because of my eyes, they say. I've always been alone, trying to hide, to disappear. But some things, like the hurt, they just never truly go away.

Luna

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