They were stars: Bright. Luminous. You? You were the moon. Incapable of being seen without basking in someone else's light. Hidden. Dark. [Rated for use of a swear word. Nothing more.]

She was scared. She was hurt. She was tired of trying to balance being a regular 17 year old and being a target for cold blooded murder. All she needed to feel better was the company of a certain messy haired, bespectacled Head Boy. LE/JP