Mirellie
Sleep did not come easily. Even after crying until my chest hurt and my head throbbed, exhaustion still refused to fully pull me under. I drifted in and out of restless unconsciousness instead, trapped somewhere between sleep and awareness.
Every time I closed my eyes, I heard his voice again.
“Laziness is not an attractive trait in a Luna.”
The words repeated themselves cruelly inside my head, settling into places already bruised and broken from years of hearing similar things.
Too fat.
Too slow.
Too lazy.
Too much.
My throat tightened painfully against the pillow.
I turned onto my other side carefully, wincing when soreness pulled through my body. The healer’s medicine had helped slightly, but not enough to erase the ache left behind from hours of standing, balancing t
