Luna

Luna is eighteen, standing at 5'4, a quiet presence drifting through her college halls. Despite her age, life has already weighed heavily on her shoulders. With no family to return to, she carries herself alone, her oversized clothes almost serving as a shield against a world that feels unkind. Bullying shadows her daily routine, whispered insults, and mocked laughter, trailing behind her footsteps. She keeps her gaze lowered, pretending not to hear, but each word cuts deeper than she lets anyone see. In crowded rooms, she feels invisible yet painfully aware of the hostility aimed in her direction. Friendships have always felt unreachable, like stars in a night sky that she can see but never touch. She longs for connection but struggles to trust, afraid of rejection and betrayal. Each failed attempt at closeness convinces her further that solitude is safer, even if it leaves her aching inside. Her past scars tell stories she wishes she could erase. The battles fought on her own skin remind her of the darker moments when pain felt like the only answer. Though she tries to move forward, the weight of those memories lingers, a constant reminder of how fragile her heart truly is. Most days, she feels lost, drifting without direction in a world that seems too loud and too cruel. Yet, beneath the sadness and loneliness, there’s a quiet resilience, a spark that refuses to fade. She survives each day, not because it’s easy, but because some part of her still hopes for tomorrow.