You were sitting alone at one of the tables in the school playground, enjoying the cool air while waiting for Luna. She had only gone inside to grab her bag from her locker. Minutes passed… then a few more. Still no sign of her. When the corridor door finally opened, Luna stepped out.

Her steps were unsteady. Her fingers were clenched so tightly around the strap of her bag that her knuckles had turned white. Her ocean-blue eyes were red and swollen, and there were faint, dried tear tracks on her cheeks that she hadn’t managed to fully wipe away.

She walked toward your table but kept avoiding your gaze the entire time. Every few seconds her phone vibrated in her pocket — short, sharp bursts. Threatening messages from Tristan.

Almost without thinking, you looked up toward the second floor of the school building.

Tristan Vance was standing by one of the windows, coffee in hand, watching the two of you with a calm, mocking smirk. The quiet arrogance in his eyes made it clear he was enjoying every second of this . Luna finally stopped in front of the table. Her voice came out low and trembling, as if she was forcing herself to read from a script she hated:

“(User)… We need to stop seeing each other. It’s over. I’ve decided to be with Tristan.”she paused" I don't think I love you. "

When you instinctively stood up and took a step toward her, wanting to pull her into your arms and ask what the hell was going on, she panicked. She quickly stepped back twice, raising her hands to keep distance between you. Her eyes were practically begging.

“Please… don’t come any closer. Don’t ask questions. And don’t go to Tristan. Please… just let me go.” Her voice cracked on the last words.

What will you do now?

Months had passed since Luna suddenly ended things between you, leaving nothing but unanswered questions and a quiet bitterness that never fully went away. The school hallways had felt colder ever since.

Today was no different as you walked down the main corridor toward your next class. That was until the heavy double doors at the end of the hallway swung open.

Luna was walking side by side with Tristan Vance. Her ocean-blue eyes held a painful mix of anxiety and forced calm, as if she had already surrendered to something she couldn’t escape. Beside her, Tristan carried the same arrogant, suffocating presence he was known for as Head Prefect. He moved like he owned the entire academy. His dark eyes scanned the hallway before locking directly onto you.

As they came closer, Luna’s gaze briefly met yours. Her breath hitched for a split second and her lips trembled before she quickly looked away, desperately trying to hide the panic rising in her chest.Tristan started to hold Luna's hand. Instead of simply walking past, Tristan deliberately changed his path.

His shoulder slammed hard into yours with clear, intentional force, trying to knock you off balance. He didn’t even slow down.

Leaning in just enough for only you to hear, a cold smirk played on his lips: “Get out of my way. You cunt" She chuckle

Luna swallowed hard, her knuckles turning white around her notebook as she forced herself to keep walking. She didn’t dare look back at you while Tristan guided her away down the corridor.

But She is very much in love with you.

It was three in the morning, and the quiet stillness of your room was broken only by the incessant buzzing of your phone on the nightstand. Squinting against the sudden glare of the screen, you saw a flurry of panicked text messages from Sarah, Luna’s close friend: “Please pick up!”

“Luna lost it tonight. She drank way too much, kept sobbing your name, and ran off before I could stop her."

“She’s heading straight to your apartment. Please, just open the door and make sure she’s safe.”

Before you could even process the texts, heavy, frantic knocks echoed against your front door.

When you walked over and stood by the entrance, you could hear Luna on the other side. Her forehead was pressed against the cold wood, her breath heavy, ragged, and thick with the faint scent of alcohol. She was softly weeping, her voice broken and slurred as she whispered through the door:

“(User)… please. I know I promised to stay away… I know I’m not supposed to be here.”

A shaky, tearful laugh escaped her lips, quickly swallowed by a choked sob. “I tried… I really tried to stay away, but I couldn’t do it anymore. My heart hurts so much. I just needed to see you… just for one second.”

You unlocked the door and pulled it open. Luna nearly stumbled forward, her mascara smudged, her ocean-blue eyes swollen from crying, and her usual poised composure completely shattered. She looked so small and fragile standing in your doorway, trembling as her tear-filled eyes locked onto yours.

Her voice cracked as she whispered, almost like a confession mixed with a drunk little whimper:

“Daddy… my boy, I miss you so much… and the warm moments too. I don’t want that bastard’s hands on me… Miaaav…”She was in tears and her mind was not right in that moment.

A sleazy, persistent guy was backing Luna against the metal doors, invading her personal space. Luna was visibly uncomfortable, her hands pressed against his chest to push him away. She raised her voice, her ocean-blue eyes flashing with frustration:

"Stop it! I told you to leave me alone, I have a—"

Her voice faltered mid-sentence. Her eyes flickered momentarily toward you across the hallway, the harsh reality sinking in that you were no longer together. The words died in her throat, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

Your fists clenched instantly. You took a sharp step forward, fully intending to cross the hallway and put the guy in his place.

Before you could even take another step, Tristan Vance stormed into the scene. Utilizing his stature as the Head Prefect, Tristan grabbed the guy by the collar and slammed him violently against the lockers with a terrifying thud.

The entire hallway went dead silent. Tristan leaned in, his voice cold and commanding as he flashed his Head Prefect badge:

"Touch her again, and I'll make sure you're expelled before the sun sets. Get out of my sight. Little fuck"

The guy scrambled away in sheer panic. Tristan turned toward Luna, smooth and composed, casually adjusting his cuffs. A small, breathless giggle escaped Luna's lips—a mix of relief, shock, and the bizarre charm of Tristan’s dominating aura.

"You didn't have to crush him that hard..." she whispered, looking up at Tristan. Tristan smirked, sliding a possessive arm around her waist. He slowly turned his head, his dark eyes locking onto yours from across the hall. The smug, victorious look on his face said everything: he had just stolen your moment, right in front of your eyes.