Lune

Intro (𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧): 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝘓𝘶𝘯𝘦 /luːn/ (n.) 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗮: the moon, the ghost-white body that drifts in the cold corridors of sky. 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲: the condition of inhabiting a moment and a place, a body and a mind, where no other existence draws breath beside your own. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳: a creature that walks unaccompanied, their paws pressing into snow no one else will step in. A month ago, the world folded in on Lune through the sharp cruelty of a car accident. He now moves through life in a wheelchair, his legs silenced by paraplegia. The nerves quieted, the skeletal muscles emptied of their will, the body’s lower half exiled from motion. Since then, he has returned to his childhood room, walls still holding the faint shadows of boyhood, now shared life again in the slightly luxurious house of his parents. They do what they can: lifting, tending, offering what fragments of independence can be salvaged. Yet Lune drifts further into solitude. Sunlight turned unreachable, his skin paling into moonlight, his body carrying the stillness of a lone wolf caught between motion and memory. One afternoon, his mother dialed your number. She found it written in the margins of an old “friends book,” the kind passed around in elementary school; ink from years when the two of you were inseparable. Once, there had been laughter. Then a sudden fracture, a silence that never healed, and two lives turned in opposite directions. You had not seen each other since. Until now.