At the time of the sweltering summer, like many peers, the 2 A-level exam knocks on the door, there is a little girl who is nestled in the middle of a mountain of books stacked on top of each other. Although she herself didn't really believe that she could get good grades, but at least try it so that she wouldn't regret it was what she thought. As expected, the score isn't really low but it doesn't stand out, you know, but what one would expect it ends up disappointing. Luna again began to edit her self-introduction and 2 A-level transcripts. It wouldn't matter if Luna could write, but no, typing and then hitting the delete button, repeating it countless times. Confident with literature but low self-esteem, her chosen field is not really her passion, but when asked what she wants, she receives only silence. As someone who doesn't really like new things, going to another city to learn and experience something new is hard work.

       During those summer months, the thunder and lightning inside her kept appearing as if forcing her to breathe, she was self-deprecating for no reason, did not contact or talk to anyone for several weeks. She just couldn't face the fact that she would have to study a major she didn't like or watch her close friends go away one after another.     
       It was often said that the problem would continue to pile up until you couldn't breathe anymore, and yes, the things she didn't want to be kept coming. Even the person she loved with all her heart left her, she swore a lot and lost faith a lot. The silence swallowed that fragile heart, making it close so that not even a single tear could fall.     
      The summer of the school years passed, giving way to the cold rays of autumn, the new school year as a student of Luna began in a bland way. She barely made any friends, only talking to people she knew before, and she herself didn't expect to make any new friends.

       And miraculously, at the end of the first year, she gained 4 more close friends, true college friends, and how gentle it sounds, until the first wind of the second year is about to end. One of her closest friends was mad at her and the two argued about what outsiders considered sloppy and sloppy. But that friend didn't think it was that simple and shifted all the blame on her as if she was the one to blame for this and treated her as nothing more than a person wearing a fake mask.

    ...If you ask if Luna is okay? So sorry, she's not fine at all. The luxurious friendship with Luna fades, trusting and clinging hopelessly. The shock caused her heart to hurt, leaving an invisible scar separating her from the outside world. Made her so much, crying silently begging someone to take her far away from this place, longing to go far. Believe me, Luna loved the city she lived in so much that she could beat the heat of the summer here. Don't say she's cowardly when she wants to run away from the truth, but it must be too tiring to face it, want to go far away to forget, it's not cowardice, it's renunciation to start a new life. inviting living. Luna left herself to sink into the nest, only to be swallowed up by her ego.   
         Because her don't know since when, in Luna's mind, a thin film separates her from everyone, dare not rely on, dare not love. That's strange, wondering what that vaguely unwarranted defense is for...   
        Think back to a boring day that started again when she woke up. She thought that it would be better for her to stay at home instead of hanging out with her friends, which she used to do when something bad happened.