Chapter 15: Who will save?

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     Sitting alone in a room with 3 beds, the fireplace working at full capacity, Ginny and Hermione went to dinner, she didn't go because she said she ate out.

      On the shelf there are still some unfinished letters, the recipient is her, but it seems that Luna's mind is somewhere, maybe the words of Kook when he was drunk.

       On the way back to school, Kook rambled on about subjects he didn't like or about the Quidditch match that had just happened. And one of them is about the past of the two, sure it's not wrong, words when drunk are often sincere, Luna believes.

     "You know, I came to comfort and love you and when I accepted it, I told you to forget it. I stabbed you with a knife here" said Kook while pointing at his heart as an expression. Luna only knows how to be silent, what can be said, she doesn't even remember who he is, how dare she justify the story.     
     "I spent the whole summer trying to hate you. But then you showed up and I couldn't hate you anymore" he sobbed. "When I tried to give you another chance, you chose Jin, Do you need to be so cruel to me?"

      Those words caught Luna's attention, she didn't know if they were accurate or just the words of a drunkard. Look, he covered her scar for her sake and then forgave her. Why did she come to this country, Luna sobbed. What about Jin's words, what should the other 5 people do. Thousands of questions made her hate herself a lot. Then what is that Luna trying to do, why break up with them when she's happy...

       In the days that followed, she tried to avoid them as much as possible, in the direction of creating an accidental absence. She tried to understand the feelings of the old Luna, not remembering how she was with them, she only knew that this Luna was trying her best to find the answer and she couldn't disagree.

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      "Do you know who I am?" Jk yelled in pain.     
      "With all my heart, I know who you are. So please don't be nice or pitiful to me. What you did makes me unable to say sorry, it makes me feel like a bad guy. .." Luna took a step away to avoid his gaze, which she couldn't lie...         
    Memories of that day flooded back when he was in a coma due to alcohol, tears unconsciously fell on the smooth pillow, the sound of breathing made Kook wake up. Rubbing his hair, burying his face in his red and purple hands, he was helpless with himself.

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    You once said you believe....so when bad things happen, where are you....?

      During the half-time break, Luna spoke first to Tae when they were both sitting on the wooden bench to watch the Quidditch match between the Lions and the Snakes.   
   "Tae Tae, do you think there's a secret in the high sky?"

      A sudden question, scared Tae, frowning and thinking, but it didn't take too long to get an answer
     "An angel," he said while looking at the clear blue sky with a few clouds in the distance
     "Angel?" – "Yes" – "What is it?" Luna asked with wide eyes. Despite living among the Muggles, these concepts were foreign to her.
      "They are winged stars that give us a sense of security"
      "So what do they look like" Luna was more interested and came closer to Tae
     "I think they usually appear in white clothes," Tae said rubbing his chin
     "How can they be so high" Luna tilted her head and stared at the blue clouds
     "They have wings"
     "Wow, that's great, how do I meet them" - "So where is your angel when you're tired?" she looked at him with sparkling eyes.
     "I wish it was right next to me. Because we all lack warmth, we need you"
      "The one who can't say will be fine, because the person who hasn't experienced it" – "But I guess it will be okay, then the angel will appear" Luna put aside the story to focus on the match.

     "You're an angel." Tae smiled and patted her head lightly, gentle but warm enough to whisper. Some words can't be said forever. To the boy who believes in blue clouds, he wondered.....At the end of the day, when the sigh of exhausting days, where is my angel... Only the sound of breathing can be seen. the rush of the heart when going through the cold winter roads.....

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