The Boy with Fire in His Eyes
303 Words
Luna didn’t speak a word during breakfast. Her mind was elsewhere, beneath her floorboards, inside glowing sigils, wrapped around a voice that knew too much.
Marcus tried to ask if she slept well. Hilda gave her a lingering look. Luna ignored them both.
By the time she reached the school gates, the morning sun felt like a spotlight she wanted to avoid.
“You look like hell,” said a voice behind her, teasing but not unkind.
She turned to see him.
Kairo Navarro.
Tall, always in a dark hoodie no matter the weather, with eyes the color of old gold and a sharpness behind them that suggested he saw more than he let on.
They weren’t close. Just two souls who occasionally shared a lab partner desk or exchanged sarcastic remarks in literature class.
But today, something about him felt... different.
Maybe because she felt different.
“Didn’t sleep,” she muttered, walking faster.
He caught up easily.
“Another one of your moonlight moods?”
She stopped.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Kairo tilted his head, studying her face.
“You get weird around full moons.”
Luna blinked.
“You noticed that?”
“Everyone noticed,” he said, grinning. “I just wasn’t afraid to say it.”
Luna didn’t respond, but part of her burned, not with embarrassment but with awareness. He sees me.
Later in class, as their teacher droned on about ancient mythologies, Kairo passed her a note.
It read:
You ever feel like you’re someone else entirely?
Like there’s something in you that’s not yours?
Luna stared at the words, then looked at him.
He was watching her.
She didn’t know whether to be scared or intrigued.
But for the first time since the voice in the night, she didn’t feel entirely alone.
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