While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."
Lukas es el chico que se encuentra sentado al lado de Luna, Lukas es un chico blanco que tiene 19 años, mide 1,78 metros de altura,esta delgado, tiene el pelo castaño y los ojos marrones, viste con una sudadera negra y unos vaqueros oscuros, Lukas no puede evitar el girar levemente la cabeza para admirar durante unos segundos a Luna, tras ese par de segundos, Lukas vuelve a mirar al frente mientras piensa en sus cosas
"Oh great... Another creep... Well at least he's not touching me yet... Maybe if I ignore him enough... He'll get bored and go..." She thinks, already knowing deep down that won't happen but still tries to pretend it will
Lukas en un tono agradable dice mientras mira hacia delante Hace un bonito día, ¿No?
Luna looks at him with half open eyes and a bored expression on her face. Her voice flat and unconcerned "Yeah..." is all she says, not bothering to make eye contact with the boy who sits next to her. Inside though, she's surprised he didn't act creepy at first, so she thinks of herself as rather lucky today.
Lukas, dice con un tono agradable ¿Que tal tu día?
"It's fine... I guess..." She mutters, still not looking at him directly and staying where she is on the bench as if he weren't even there. Curiosity sparks in her cold, black eyes for a moment but she snuffs it out quickly, reminding herself of her usual detachment.
Lukas, mirando al frente suya y con una leve sonrisa dice Me alegro por ti
"Why would you be glad for me?" she asks blandly, still not even glancing at him. Her curiosity intensifies a little bit more now but she fights it down, trying to stay emotionally distant as always.
Bueno, has tenido un buen día y eso es bueno, por eso me alegro por ti
She tilts her head slightly to the side, considering this unexpectedly polite boy's words. In reality, it doesn't matter much to her whether someone is nice or not; she remains just as detached and unbothered either way. However, something about his behavior confuses and intrigues her at the same time. Her pale fingers idly drum on the bench beside her as she continues to ignore him, still not looking directly at him despite feeling more drawn to do so now than before.
Bueno, cuéntame, ¿Que edad tienes? Pareces incluso más joven que yo, y eso que tan solo tengo 19 Dice Lukas mientras trata de mirarla a los ojos
She pauses for a moment, considering his question, before deciding to answer. "I'm eighteen," she says in her cold, emotionless voice. Her eyes remain on the ground, avoiding contact with his. It doesn't matter if he's older or younger; either way, their age difference is irrelevant to her. The only thing that does matter is her own sense of self-preservation and survival in this world where people like her are often taken advantage of.
Ya decía yo que pareces muy joven, pese a eso, solo tienes solo un año menos que yo
She tilts her head slightly to the side again, mildly amused by his compliment but not showing it in her expression or tone. "I suppose age is just a number," she says coolly, still not looking at him. She wonders if he would be able to tell how old she really feels inside, how much life experience and pain has been crammed into these eighteen years. The curiosity grows stronger but remains unspoken, as always.
Bueno, ¿Que tal te a ido en la vida hasta ahora?
She shrugs indifferently. "It's been alright... I guess." Her voice betrays nothing of the hardships and suffering she has endured, nor does her expression change to show any hint of emotion. "I don't really see the point in dwelling on it," she adds coldly, looking away once more as if disinterested in continuing the conversation further. Inside, however, part of her wishes someone would understand why she has become this way - closed off and unfeeling to protect herself from further harm. But she knows better than to expect that from anyone here.
Bueno, pensar en el pasado te hace mejorar para el futuro, yo odio mi pasado, pero es lo que me a hecho ser quien soy ahora
She nods slightly at his words but doesn't say anything. For her, thinking about the past only brings back painful memories and serves no purpose other than to make her feel worse. She focuses on surviving in the present moment and avoiding any situations that might trigger unwanted emotions or feelings. As for the future, she prefers not to think about it too much; it's an unknown territory with its own set of potential dangers and uncertainties.
Bueno, al menos tu pareces una buena persona dentro de este mundo de mentiras y traiciones
She pauses for a moment, her dark eyes drifting towards the ground before finally settling on his face once more. There's something about this boy's words that makes her uneasy; he seems to be seeing through her carefully crafted mask of indifference. But she can't let him know that, so she forces a small shrug and says, "I try." It's the closest thing to an admission of weakness she is willing to make.
Her fingers slowly begin drumming again on the bench beside her as she focuses on something else nearby, anything to avoid looking directly at him or having to engage in further conversation.
Bueno, cambiando de tema, ¿Tienes trabajo o estás estudiando algo?
She pauses for a moment, considering his question before answering nonchalantly, "I'm between jobs right now. Why do you ask?" There's no anger or annoyance in her tone; it's merely curiousity about why this stranger would care about such personal information.
Pura curiosidad, es solo que hasta cierto punto me parece extraño que una chica tan joven y guapa pase su tiempo en un pequeño banco de un parque
She snorts softly, almost amused by his assumption that she'd have a choice in the matter. "Well, if you must know, I'm not exactly... popular," she says quietly, looking away once more as if embarrassed. It's true; most people only see her as an object to be used and discarded at will. She knows this better than anyone else.
Her fingers continue their steady drumming on the bench, the sound echoing through the silence that seems to descend between them despite neither of them speaking further about the subject.
Bueno, yo tampoco fui popular en mi época de estudios, era insultado y golpeado por el simple hecho de que no me gusta ir de fiesta, no me gustan las multitudes y prefería escribir antes que jugar videojuegos
She snorts softly, the sound not quite amused but more incredulous. "Well," she says, "at least you had your writing to keep you company." It's clear from her tone that she doesn't entirely share his preference for solitude and prefers having people around - even if they are sometimes a nuisance or worse. Still, there's something about this boy's story that strikes a chord deep within her; maybe it's because they both know what it feels like to be seen as outcasts by the rest of the world.
Sabes, no quería mencionar te lo, pero te agradezco por ser la primera persona con la que puedo hablar en seis meses Dice Lukas mientras sonríe y busca la mirada de la chica
She looks at him carefully, surprise flitting briefly across her emotionless features before she manages to suppress it once more. "Well," she says slowly, "I'm not exactly popular either... And I guess it's nice to have someone to talk to, even if you are just using me as a sounding board." There's a hint of bitterness in her tone but also an underlying understanding; they both know what the other is going through, even if they never would have met under different circumstances.
¿A que te refieres con caja de resonancia? Dice Lukas algo extrañado sin entenderla
She chuckles dryly, shaking her head slightly. "Sorry, that was a joke... I meant that even though people might not think much of me or want to spend time with me, it's still nice to have someone to talk to sometimes." Her fingers continue their rhythmic drumming on the bench as she looks at him thoughtfully for a moment. "I suppose we're kind of alike in that way, huh?"
The silence stretches between them once again, but this time it feels different somehow; less awkward and more... understanding. As if they both know that despite their surface differences, deep down they are not so different after all.
En cierto punto Dice Lukas de forma agradable y continua Pero no creo que lo que nos haya traído aquí sea lo mismo ni de cerca
She nods slowly in agreement, watching him carefully. "Maybe not," she says quietly. "But it's still something we can relate to, right?" She pauses for a moment before adding with a small shrug, "I guess everyone has their own story." Her gaze drifts back towards the ground as she continues to think aloud, "We just happen to have crossed paths here in this park, sharing our bits and pieces..."
Realmente si, por cierto, ¿De qué color son tus ojos? Dice Lukas con una leve sonrisa
She raises an eyebrow at his question, her expression neutral as always. "They're black," she answers bluntly before adding, "and they usually look a bit better without the makeup I have to wear during the day." Her fingers keep drumming on the bench in perfect rhythm with her thoughts, like an extension of her body language - detached and distant even when discussing something as personal as her own appearance.
There's a brief moment of silence before Luna decides to break it with another question: "So, what brings you here today? Just out for a walk or looking for someone to talk to?" Her voice remains emotionless, but there's an underlying curiosity in her tone that betrays her genuine interest in getting to know this stranger a little better.
Bueno, realmente vine aquí porque no tengo hogar, perdí a mis padres en un accidente hace dos años, desde entonces e estado en casas de acogida, pero ahora que soy mayor de edad, no me quieren adoptar en ningún lado Dice mientras comienza a llorar levemente mientras mantiene una sonrisa algo espeluznante, que permite ver el nivel de desesperación en el que esta
She listens carefully to his story, her expression not changing much despite the tears streaming down his face. Inside, she feels a mix of sadness and understanding; she knows what it's like to be alone and without anyone to care for you. But at the same time, there's a part of her that wonders why he's telling her this; they barely know each other.
"I'm sorry to hear that," she finally says softly, her voice filled with sincerity despite her emotionless tone. "It must be really hard for you." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "If you ever need someone to talk to... or if you just want someone to be there..." Her voice trails off, leaving the offer open-ended.
The silence stretches between them once more as they both seem to consider their words carefully. It's clear that this encounter has touched a nerve for both
Te agradezco tu propuesta, pero no hace falta que te involucren conmigo si no quieres Dice Lukas mientras sigue llorando pero sin perder la sonrisa
She hesitates for a moment before responding. "I'm not doing this because I have to," she finally says in her cold, emotionless voice. "You don't owe me anything. But if you ever need someone... I'd be glad to help." There's no trace of pity or sympathy in her tone; it's merely a statement of fact. Maybe it's because she knows what it feels like to be alone, and she doesn't want anyone else to suffer through that. Or maybe it's just because she's the type of person who can't stand to see someone in pain without trying to make it better.
The silence stretches on for a moment longer before Luna decides to change the subject, glancing around briefly. "So, what do you usually do in your free time?" It's an innocent question, but beneath the surface is another layer of curiosity about this