nyctophilia

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Luna was born on the 12th of November with flowers on her head and demons in her heart. With crystal blue eyes, dark hair, and pale skin, she continued to awe people with her beauty.

Little did anyone know she would turn out like this...

5:27am

Luna go to bed...

You have school tomorrow c'mon just go to bed...

He's not even worth it just sleep...

Lune kept telling herself these things, trying to convince herself to find peace. Yet here she was, staring at a blank ceiling that she couldn't tear her eyes away from. It was him. No matter how hard she tried to forget him, her mind kept dragging herself backwards.

His touch, his scent, his voice. Everything about him was just so mesmerizing. Flora could get lost in him.

And she did.

11:34am

"She's such a slut."

"Whad'ya mean James? You two were like a thing not so long ago."

"Yea, exactly, there's a reason that we were a thing before and not anymore."

"But Luna seems so nice."

"Whatever Ethan, I don't wanna talk about that little whore anymore."

"Jeez, let me know not to get on your bad side."

2:18pm

Luna went up on her tip toes, bringing herself to be tall enough to reach his cheek. She gave him a small peck, and then went down to her original height of 5'3.

He grabbed her waist and brought it towards his midsection. She stared into his brown eyes, as he stared down onto the gravel.

She could see James staring at her and Declan from afar, but she didn't care. Not at least for the moment.

Declan's grip tightened on her small frame as he noticed James as well. He smirked and brought his arm lower, to below Luna's skirt, and then back up under her skirt, fiddling with her lace panties.

Luna gasped and let out a dry laugh.

"Declan," she said in a voice higher than her regular voice. "Not in public."

And with that, James looked away.

Declan immediately took his arm away from her skin and gave her a sloppy kiss on her temple.

"Sorry babe, I got football practice."

"Oh," she said sadly. "Text me later."

He nodded and walked to his automobile, driving away.

Luna swallowed her pride and walked back into the school building, realizing she left her cigarettes in Language Arts class.

2:56am

Here she was again.

Alone in her room with nothing to do except wonder about James.

The way he looked at her with disgust truly crushed Luna.

A tear rolled down her cheek. She wanted love. She felt greedy, but she couldn't help it. After all, everyone wants love.

She wiped the tear away with the back of her cold palm.

Declan never texted her that night. He rarely ever texted her.

Everyday and every night it was the same cycle for Luna, but she was so caught up in her own aurora that she never noticed it.

Luna go to bed...

You have school tomorrow c'mon just go to bed...

He's not even worth it just sleep...

Luna kept telling herself these things, trying to convince herself to find peace. Yet here she was, staring at a blank ceiling that she couldn't tear her eyes away from. It was him. No matter how hard she tried to forget him, her mind kept dragging herself backwards.

His touch, his scent, his voice. Everything about him was just so mesmerizing. Luna could get lost in him.

And she did.