Petals on The Moon || Reyna Ramirez-Arellano x Fem!OC

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Dear Diary,

I don't even know if I'm supposed to start like that. I've never done this before. But, in movies, they always write Dear Diary, then write about their crushes with hearts around the names, so maybe I'll do that, just to have a format to run off of.

I wouldn't have ever started this thing if Suki hadn't given it to me. I think she's too nice for her own good, and she doesn't even know it. I don't think she even tries to be. She just is. But, now I feel too bad to not write in this. Maybe I won't even write. I'll do one entry and see if I feel any better. Otherwise, I'll just pretend so Suki doesn't feel bad.

I suppose I have to start with some kind of exposition. Maybe I should treat this thing like a separate entity. I'm not sure. I'm only thirteen and don't care about the presence of consciousness in a stack of paper bound with a spiral. But, I'm Reyna. I'm thirteen. I'm from Puerto Rico. I'm a demigod.

Anyways.

I do want to talk about Suki. She's my only friend in the legion. We talked briefly during gym, and some other classes, but I didn't think it'd go anywhere until she approached me with friendship. And she's been by my side this whole time. I don't really invite her, because I don't want to seem weird, and I'm not super talkative. But I always seem to migrate towards her and silently pray that we're together. And it always ends up working out, so I won't be changing that. And now, we're stuck on this mission together.

Wait, hang on. I think I have to tell you more about Suki so it makes sense.

She's my age, about thirteen. We've never talked about birthdays or anything, though, but I know she can't be much older or younger than me. We're the same height, but she's really thin and soft-looking. She looks like she's never seen the sun a day in her life, which I guess makes sense. She was in England and then Lake Erie for most of her life. She's got long limbs and doesn't seem to know what to do with herself half the time, and she always blends in, so it's a little hard to find her. I think she maybe doesn't want to be seen. I think she tries to make herself less glamorous. And her hair is completely black and falls to her shoulder with little bangs over her forehead, adding to that softness. Especially when you combine it with her round nose and plump, pouty lips.

But her eyes are scary. They're just black voids of sadness, like she's never been happy in her whole entire life. And she looks like she never sleeps, which adds to that emptiness. And her eyes are very wide, like she has a thousand-yard-stare, and that blackness takes up the entire eye. It's scary, but not because she's scary. I barely know her, but I worry about her a lot. I think there's something very, very sad about her.

He just didn't want me anymore. I don't think I'll ever forget that. Her face didn't change at all, and neither did her voice, but there was something so sad about that. But I never talked to her about it. I didn't want to bother her or seem weird.

But I don't want to write about that right now, because it bothers me, and it's also really late at night and I have more important things to talk about.

Because we had found the mysterious hole with the mysterious milkman, Suki suggested we do a bunch of research. On what? We didn't exactly know. Just research. But it was Sunday, so we went through our legion training and legion dinner before the others returned to the city. I didn't. I don't have any family to take care of me. But, at least Suki and Sebastian did, and some of our other cohort members. Apparently, the cohorts were even more full during the summer. Some people left during the year to be with their mortal families.