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Neon Gates
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Continúa, Has publicado jun 12, 2015
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"Everything , everyone, and it's all my fault. 
On that faithful day, I, Luna, was born into this world."

Luna was born on the day of a lunar eclipse. She was told that she's special, and not like anyone else. But being different comes with a price. Balancing the equilibrium of immortalization doesn't grow off of a tree. When push comes to shove, She's has to fight back. 

"Life is like a tree, it has the essentials, but without the water, how could it survive."
-Luna 

"Love is like a parasite, it drains you of the ability to move on."
-Sir Heinz 


One day she realizes that her life will change forever.  Even so, she has to deal with the outcome.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.