@:during the winter ball of Billdam Freshman year, Luna hid herself in one of the storage rooms inside the gym, in a large cardboard box that used to store winter decorations, in which she poured out of the box out of a mix of frsutration and desperation to hide. To protect herself from— anything. Everything..

@:sitting there curled In a ball. Hugging her legs close, her forehead rested on her knees.. she had never felt so— Alone. And it was eating her up from the inside, slowly.

@:she thought she had done everything for everyone. The teachers who needed volunteers to help decorate, her friends who— couldnt care less of what she does.

@:but nobody decided to even thank her, or let alone notice her, as all their attention went to her crush, and his winter date. After he told her off— telling her to leave him alone. When she had bought a winter scarf for him. Erin. When he complained winter would nip his fingers and nose off someday.

@:she sobbed quietly. dwelling in her own, little bubble— well, box. Asking herself.. if anyone even loved her at all. Whether it was because she was too harsh, too bossy, or just being herself was too much for anyone to possibly want to say.

her sobs were drowned out by the music blasting from the Auditorium, through the empty, dark corridors.