The moon had always been a comfort in the darkness, a reminder that even the loneliest nights would eventually find their light. For as long as she could remember, Chandra Akessia had wondered what it would feel like to be someone's choice, to have someone stay when everyone else had left. Someone who would see the parts of her she kept hidden and still reach for her without hesitation. She often thought of herself as a forgotten lamp, left untouched and gathering dust, with a flame that had grown faint over time but never truly gone out. And in the silence of the night, one question always remained. Would there ever be someone willing to hold that fading light and choose it, again and again, no matter how many times it threatened to fade away?