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10: BYSTANDER

Author: sunfishcantswim
last update Huling Na-update: 2026-01-30 01:25:44

CAMILA

If someone had told me this was what peace looked like, I might have believed them.

The day began like any other. The bell echoed through the academy halls, magic humming faintly in the air as students filtered into their classes. I took my seat by the window, sunlight warming my desk, my notes already neatly arranged. No paper was thrown. No whispers followed me in. No sharp laughter brushed against my ears.

Normal.

Liliana arrived moments later, greeting me with a smile that looke
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  • THE REJECTED LUNA IS BACK    16

    CAMILA No one mentioned what happened yesterday. Not in whispers loud enough for me to hear. Not in pointed accusations. Not even in pitying looks meant to cut deeper than cruelty. It was as if the academy had collectively decided to erase it—to fold the incident neatly away and pretend it had never happened. That, somehow, was worse. The morning air was cool when I stepped into the main hall, my shoes echoing softly against the stone floor. Students clustered in their usual groups—wolves laughing too loudly, fairies flitting past in bursts of color, witches murmuring over spellwork. Everything looked the same. Too normal. I kept my head down, fingers tightening around the strap of my bag. My body still ached in places I couldn’t explain, a dull soreness lingering beneath my skin like a bruise I couldn’t see. Every time I inhaled too deeply, my chest tightened faintly, as if remembering something my mind refused to touch. Eyes followed me. They always did. Some stares were cu

  • THE REJECTED LUNA IS BACK    15: CONFESSION

    CAMILA I woke up to the scent of antiseptic and dried herbs. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. My body felt heavy, every limb slow and sore, as if I’d been dragged back from somewhere far away. The ceiling above me was white stone etched with faint healing runes, glowing softly. The school clinic. My fingers twitched against the sheets, and the memories rushed in all at once—the laughter, the diary, the running, the woods. The wolf. My breath hitched as I pushed myself upright too fast. “Camila.” A familiar voice stopped me. I turned my head. Sebastian was sitting beside the bed. Not standing tall like he usually did in the halls. Not surrounded by people. Just… there. His elbows rested on his knees, hands clasped tightly together, his expression drawn and tired, dark circles shadowing his eyes. “You’re awake,” he said quietly. My heart stuttered. For a split second, relief washed over me. Then shame followed right behind it, sharp and burning. I looked away, grip

  • THE REJECTED LUNA IS BACK    14: DARKNESS

    CAMILA I don’t remember when my feet stopped following the path. One moment I was running—branches clawing at my sleeves, stones cutting into the soles of my shoes, my lungs burning as if they might collapse—and the next, the academy lights were gone behind me, swallowed by the dark stretch of forest ahead. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. The woods opened around me like a mouth, deep and endless, trees towering so high they blocked the moonlight. The air smelled damp and sharp, filled with moss and pine and something wild that made my skin prickle. My legs finally gave out near a fallen log. I stumbled forward and collapsed to my knees, hands sinking into cold earth. My chest hitched as sobs tore out of me, ugly and broken, nothing like the quiet tears I’d learned to swallow at the academy. I cried like I had nowhere left to run. My head throbbed with voices. Dirty human girl. Delusional. As if he’d ever look at her. I pressed my palms over my ears, but it didn’t help. The lau

  • THE REJECTED LUNA IS BACK    13: DIRTY HUMAN

    CAMILA I noticed my diary was missing when my fingers closed around air. At first, I thought I had misreached. I searched my bag again, slower this time, pushing aside books and folded notes, checking every pocket as if it might somehow appear if I looked hard enough. It didn’t. A thin thread of unease wrapped itself around my chest. I swallowed and told myself I must have left it in my room. I was always careful with it—too careful, maybe. It was the only place where I allowed myself to be unguarded, where my thoughts weren’t shaped by fear or survival. No one would want it. That was the lie I clung to. The courtyard was crowded between classes, filled with noise and movement. Sunlight reflected off pale stone and water, laughter drifting freely through the open space. Wolves lounged against columns, fairies hovered lazily above, witches clustered in tight circles. I moved through it quietly, eyes lowered, trying not to draw attention. Then someone said my name. Loudly. “C

  • THE REJECTED LUNA IS BACK    12: DISTANCE

    CAMILA I learned very quickly that rumors do not fade. They grow. By the next morning, the academy felt different again. Not louder—quieter. The kind of quiet that followed me, pressed close to my back, leaned into my ears. Conversations stopped when I approached. Laughter softened into coughs and murmurs. Eyes slid away too fast or lingered too long. I kept my head down and walked. In history class, my seat felt farther from the others than it had the day before. The desk beside me remained empty, even when the room filled. When the professor called my name to answer a question, the silence afterward stretched too long, thick with something unspoken. I answered anyway. My voice didn’t shake. I made sure of that. A few students exchanged looks. Someone snorted quietly. The professor nodded once and moved on without comment, as though nothing unusual had happened. As though I hadn’t felt stripped bare under every gaze. By midday, the weight in my chest made it hard to breathe

  • THE REJECTED LUNA IS BACK    11: RUMORS

    CAMILA The rumors didn’t arrive all at once. They crept in quietly, like rot beneath polished floors—soft whispers that stopped when I passed, glances that lingered a second too long, laughter that didn’t quite hide itself fast enough. At first, I told myself I was imagining it. By the second week, I couldn’t anymore. I heard my name murmured behind me as I walked through the halls. I felt eyes trace my back, my legs, my hair. The looks were different now—not just disdain or curiosity, but something uglier. Something knowing. I was reaching for a book in the library when I heard it clearly for the first time. “Did you hear about the human girl?” I froze, my fingers brushing the spine of an old tome. “They say her mother worked underground. Clubs. You know the kind.” A soft laugh followed. “Guess it runs in the blood.” My chest tightened. I didn’t turn around. I didn’t need to. I knew the tone. I knew the cruelty woven into casual words meant to destroy. I checked the boo

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