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// Dear Luna 
// Story: Princessy 
// by not plu 
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Please, Luna.
Please.
Please be okay, Luna.
Please talk to me, please speak at all, if not to me, that’s okay.
Just let me know how you feel, if you’re okay.
Meals are awful.
We don’t even get to see eachother much.
And when we do, it’s silence.
And you sit there, Luna, and you don’t even eat anything.
Please, Luna, eat something.
Luna, I’m worried.
Worried for you.
I still love you, Luna.
I need you to know that.
Please believe me, Luna.
I don’t think you do, not anything I say.
How can I know you better?
You seem so distant.
Three years has taken you away from me.
I’m sorry, Luna.
It wasn’t my fault.
I saved you, Luna, saved you from what you couldn’t protect yourself against.
But you can’t forgive me for three years.
Three years have changed you, Luna.
You’re only thirteen, but you act so much older.
Your hair is long, your clothes are black.
I saw all the marks along your arms, Luna.
But then you started wearing long sleeves.
I think you noticed.
Sometimes I stay up late and listen through your door.
To make sure you’re okay.
To hear your voice.
I went in there once, while you were away.
I don’t need to tell you what I found there.
I’m sorry, Luna, but I had to.
It’s my job to protect you.
To care for you.
Please, Luna.
Please forgive me.
For everything I’ve done.
For three years.
I still love you and care about you, even if you don’t realize it.
Luna, I understand what you’re going through.
I’m on your side, Luna.
I’m doing what’s best for you.
Please understand that, Luna, if nothing else.
But I can’t face what you’ve become.
The night is is elegant, mysterious, enchanting, and beautiful.
The night can be dark, lonely, and dangerous.
Luna, you are the night, and all that it is.
I’m doing this because I love you, you have to understand that.
It’s for your own good.
I’m on your side.
Mama told me to take care of you, so I have to, whatever it takes.
Please forgive me.
Please, Luna.
Please.