a girl with dirty blonde hair wearing all black sits in a corner alone. nobody comes to sit with her, talk to her, and they don't even look at her. she has her headphones on and is listening to her music on her phone to block out the noise from her surroundings.
a young man around the age of 18 walks by her and looks at her thinking how beautiful she was. he always thought that when he looked at her. the girl's name was Luna and his was Dante. they had never spoken before. Luna had a huge crush on him, but she didn't show it. she didn't even think he knew she existed.
one day when she sat in her corner, she had pulled out a razor blade and pressed it against her wrist right there in front of everyone. nobody showed any surprise to her actions and nor did they try to stop her. at least until Dante showed up.
"Luna please stop that," said Dante, "its not good for you. its not the answer to whatever probelm you're facing at the moment."
Luna looked up at him with her hair in her face and asked,
"why not Dante?? why isn't this the answer?? why won't you let me see blood spill from my wrist?? why Dante??"
he knelt down, looking her straight in the eyes and said to her,
"because i don't want to see the girl i love getting hurt. not in any way. i love you Luna Rosalia Nicoll. i have always loved you since i first laid my eyes upon your beautiful face."
she dropped the blade from the shock of him declaring his love to her.
"y-you really love me Dante Young?? i didn't even think you knew my name or that i existed."
"why wouldn't i know your name Luna?? and of course i know you exist. i mean i look at you sitting here everyday listening to your music sitting all alone. i wanted to come over here and talk to you but i was always afraid to because i thouhg that you'd reject me."
"i never knew that you looked over at me when i was looking down. did you know that i was looking at you whenever you weren't looking my way?? i've had a crush on you for a few years now but have been too shy to tell you or let you know."
"yes i knew Luna. can i ask you a question Luna??"
"sure."
"why do you cut yourself??"
"it helps relieve the pain that i feel each day, the anger and stress, as well as other emotional things too."
"have you ever tried to stop??"
"just once, but i ended up relapsing pretty badly. i almost ended up in the hospital."
"would you like me to help you stop for good Luna?? i'll be willing to help you out with that, if you want me to."
"would you please help me out?? i hate resulting to the blades yet again. it's fucking up my mind as well as my body. please help me Dante??"
Luna didn't think Dante would be able to help her out, but she had faith in him. she trusted him with her life for some odd reason. she thought to herself that it was so wierd to be trusting him so much and feel so comfortable around him like she did. Dante had something about him that drew her towards him.
