The Day the Moon Disappeared (✔️)

Chapter Two: Rain

(Sophia's POV)

Gavin stayed with me the whole night. He never left my side. If I had to use the restroom then he waited outside and vice versa.

A lot of his teammates kept coming over and trying to talk to me.

Why?

I never go to any function or large gathering like a bonfire. They rarely see me. I go to Gavin's games, but I sit or stand in the back or by myself and I usually leave a few minutes before the game actually ends.

Plus, Gavin says that a few of them have a crush on me and have hopes of asking me out. Apparently, I'm beautiful.

I have naturally golden pink strawberry blonde hair, light tan skin, eyes the color of seafoam, a hourglass figure, and I stand about 5'4.

I don't see myself as being beautiful though. I'm....eh.

Though, I guess everyone has issues with their confidence and self-image.

In the 18 years that I've been alive, I can honestly say that I've only ever looked at myself naked in the mirror about ten times. I don't like to see myself.

I don't like seeing the scars.

The only one who has seen them more than ten times is my doctor.

"How you doing?" Gavin asked, as I clutched my cup in my hand.

"When is this over? When can we go home?" I asked, staring at the fire.

Gavin looked at his watch.

"Give it ten more minutes and then sneak away. Okay?"

I nodded. "Okay."

Those ten minutes went on for ever. They never seemed to end. When they finally did, I practically ran out of there.

I didn't really let myself breathe until I was in my bedroom back at the apartment. I sat on the edge of my bed and took several deep breaths.

To: Gavin
Made it back.

From: Gavin
Good. Try and get some sleep.

I rolled my eyes. We all knew how well that was going to work. I tried anyway though, like I always do.

And just like always, I woke up at 3:25.

"Right on time."

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The next day, I sat in my therapist office and listened to him ramble on.

"Tell me what's new." He said.

"Nothing much. I went to a bonfire last night."

"Really? How'd it go?"

"I about had a panic attack."

"But you didn't?"

"No, with the help of Gavin, I did those breathing exercises."

"That's good. Did you stay the whole time?"

"No. I stayed about a hour."

"And how did it feel?"

"I felt like I couldn't breathe. I kept looking at the fire. My eyes rarely left it."

"Why is that?"

"I...I'm not sure. Maybe I was afraid that if I looked away and then looked back that it would be closer to me. Like the flames would come towards me."