Moonlit Fae

ide created a soothing melody, a symphony of raindrops that seemed to lull the world into a peaceful slumber. I drew in a deep breath, feeli

a soft, creamy white sweater with a hood and a pair of dark grey jeans that seemed to blend seamlessly

cheese, a sliced banana, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The note beside my plate read, "Good luck today, Ivy! You got th

ating a rhythmic beat on the roof of my car as I drove to school. The sweater seemed to hug me

a's mystique. The black vehicle gleamed in the morning light, a symbol of power and prestige, but Bellion's absence was a glaring void. I felt a pang of d

ang out of my seat, my feet carrying me towards the cafeteria on autopilot. I joined my usual group, our laughter and chatter a fragile shield ag

ir out of the room. The other students began to stare-mostly girls , their gazes like daggers piercing my skin, their faces etched with disappointment and disdain

er gaze was like a cold wind that sent shivers down my spine, her eyes seeming to bore into my soul. Her pack of fri

response neutral, unwilling to fuel the rumor mill. Austin hovered around me like a protective shield, his one-eyed gaze

cusations. I felt like an outcast, a pariah who had stolen the sun from the sky. Th

l shadow, his presence both comforting and annoying. We arrived at the art class, and I settled into my usual table, the empty chair beside me a s

on full display as I stumbled and fumbled my way through the exercis

building like a storm cloud on the horizon. I went through the motions, my routine a monotonous blur - school,

sizzle of vegetables and the aroma of simmering sauce a feeble attempt to fill the void within. But even the comfort of dinner