POV: Miguel
I haven't slept properly in three weeks.
Not since Luna left.
My mom thinks it's heartbreak. My friends think I'm being dramatic. My guidance counselor suggested I "explore healthy coping mechanisms for relationship changes."
None of them understand.
This isn't about missing my girlfriend. This is about the fact that every time I close my eyes, I see things that shouldn't exist.
I see Luna running through a forest that glows silver under an impossible moon.
I see her surrounded by people who move too fast, speak too quietly, watch her with eyes that catch the light wrong.
I see shadows with teeth.
And I feel her. God, I feel her like she's standing right next to me even though she's hundreds of miles away at some boarding school I can't visit, can't call, can't reach.
