Luke frowned when he noticed my messy appearance. He sat in his bed with his usual thick book under a tiny orb floating at a perfect height. It shined the perfect amount of light for a light read where the rays of the moonlight wasn't sufficient.
I ended up skipping my dinner since I spent most of my time in the empty classroom. Maybe my other classmates were considerate to not interrupt as no one came while I wept in silence. My stomach rumbled, growling for more food, unsatisfied from two meals.
Luke threw me his usual chocolate bar wrapped in a gold sheet since the cafeteria was closed. He didn't ask why my eyes were lightly pink nor my hands blistered by tiny scars. My hands glowed in warm white light as it fastened the healing process. When I lifted my hands again, I found it to be
