°TH3 TAL3 OF TH3 MOON°

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Story Summary: TH3 TAL3 OF TH3 MOON "The big, bright moon never cares about the star. The star thought the moon’s light was meant for it." For 3crin, starting the 10th grade is more than just a new school year; it’s the beginning of a journey filled with loneliness, disappointment, and self-discovery. Carrying the scars of middle school in her heart, 3crin is like a solitary moon in the middle of a crowded classroom. The story revolves around two different "lights" in 3crin’s life and the darkness that followed: Selin: A friendship sought just to avoid being alone, but one that ultimately deepens the existing wounds. Ecrin: The one 3crin calls her "Sun"—the person who showed her her true light for the first time, only to leave her sky in total darkness. TH3 TAL3 OF TH3 MOON is a story of melancholy, the searing heat of first love, and those sensitive years when "talking to animals feels much easier than talking to people." In a sky turned dark by Ecrin’s departure, will 3crin find her own light, or will she remain forever in the shadow of other suns? And will the reopening of an old Instagram account bring back ghosts she isn't ready to face?

Genre
Romance/Lgbtq
Author
Rines
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
22
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

Chapter 1

The moon was bright and all alone



Sometimes, questions have no answers. In my story, there are no answers to the questions. Where does my story begin? When I was born... Just kidding. Not that far back. My story begins in the 10th grade.

By the way, I’m 3crin. Why is my name spelled like that? Because I think it looks beautiful. ;)

Summer break was over. Everyone was returning to their old lives. But I… I was stepping into a completely different life. When I arrived at school, I thought: "I hope the teachers explain the lessons well." As for friends, I had lost all hope.

I sat in the middle of the very first row. Everyone in class knew each other. I was all alone. Hearing people laugh reminded me of the times they laughed at me in middle school. My chest felt tight; I felt restless.

Three days later, I noticed a girl. She looked a lot like my neighbor's daughter. Just because of that, I felt close to her. After meeting her, the wounds that were slowly closing would open once again.

"Hi, I'm 3crin. What about you?"

The girl was writing something. She closed her notebook quickly. Was she writing something embarrassing?

"I'm Selin."

"Nice to meet you, Selin."

"You too."

Selin wore glasses just like me. I judged her in my head: "She must be hardworking. Maybe she’ll even motivate me."