I arrived ten minutes early and took a seat, a knot of hate building in my chest. I wasn’t sure how I’d deal with Noah, but every time I thought about his brother, the anger consumed me, drowning out any hesitation
I ordered a cold coffee, and as I took a sip, a chill ran down my spine when a cold hand suddenly landed on my shoulder, the touch both unexpected and unsettling
Noah Allen (Professor)
L-Luna I miss you so much!!
Luna
~sees Mex sitting in front of the seat saying hello*
He looked pale and miserable, a cut near his eye and his face covered in fresh, soaked blood. Bruises were visible through his shirt, and his wrists were raw, as if something tight had been wound around them. He looked pitiful, like someone who had been tortured for far too long
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