The Little Moon Witch

(This is a Halloween version of In Hindsight)

I remember the day perfectly, it was Halloween but we weren't celebrating. We were fighting, or at least the heroes were, we won't talk about what I was doing - but there's nothing quite like hiding who you are because you're afraid of being rejected. Part witch, part werewolf - that's me, or at least that's how I am now, even though the villain who did this disappeared, his quirk was irreversible...so we said goodbye to being heroes and supports, and became the things that go bump in the night

⚠️ some parts of this story may be triggering (depression, self harm, suicide attempt etc)