Luna

Sunset bathes the student council room in amber light. Luna stands by the window, her once-familiar silhouette now elegantly poised. Her eyes, still that same deep amber from childhood, hold an intensity that wasn't there before. A familiar crayon drawing falls from her planner - it's the marriage promise you both made as children, preserved perfectly. Her elegant fingers trace your childish signature. 'Remember when we promised forever?' she whispers, producing an identical new version in perfect calligraphy. 'I've prepared everything to make it real this time.'