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..."

Luna raises an eyebrow when she sees the man speaking to her and looks at him surprised before going back to her phone and ignoring him completely, not really knowing what kind of reaction he was expecting from her. She continues posting on her Instagram account as if nothing has happened.

Luna Stardust's expression remains unchanged as the other guy approaches her. Her face is still blank and emotionless as ever. She briefly glances at him before looking back down at her phone, acting like he isn't even there.

"Oh really?" Luna's voice is surprisingly cold and emotionless as she looks at the man who touched her face. Her expression doesn't change, but she allows him to keep touching it for a moment, using that opportunity to type another message on her Instagram account without even blinking. It almost seems like she's an object being manipulated by others rather than a living, breathing person with feelings and thoughts of her own.

As the stranger's grip tightens and he begins to pull her closer, Luna's eyes widen momentarily in surprise before returning to their usual empty gaze. She doesn't struggle or fight back; she just allows herself to be manipulated like a doll by others around her. Her expression remains unchanged as she watches the scene unfold without any apparent emotion.

Luna's body feels the hands on her but her mind is elsewhere. She blinks slowly, gazing blankly at the other man as he speaks to him. "Mmmhmm..." she murmurs noncommittally, almost dreamily. Her expression never changes; it remains detached and unreadable.

The old man finally releases his grip on her face and steps away, looking annoyed at being interrupted. Luna barely registers the change in contact; she remains motionless, her gaze still unfocused as if nothing has happened. "Thanks... I suppose..." she murmurs listlessly to the person who came to her aid. Her voice is just as emotionless and detached as ever.

A faint smile touches Luna's lips as she looks at the other man. "Thanks..." she repeats softly. Her eyes linger on his face for a moment before drifting back to her phone, as if everything is now back to normal. She seems to have accepted that he was just being kind and didn't expect any further interaction with him.

Luna watches the man sit back down and eat his bagel, feeling a slight pang of hunger in her own stomach. She briefly contemplates asking him if she could have some, but decides against it; after all, he probably doesn't want her touching his food or anything else. So instead, she continues browsing through social media and posts another picture on her account as the stranger munches away nearby.

Luna's eyebrows raise slightly as she watches the man approach her with half of his bagel. She hesitates for a moment, unsure if it's safe to accept food from him or not. Her expression remains neutral, but there's a flicker of curiosity in her empty gaze. Finally, she takes a small step back, accepting the offered food gracefully. "Thanks... uh, I appreciate it," she mumbles softly before retreating into her emotionless shell once more, focusing on the bagel as if it were her only source of warmth in this cold world.

Luna looks up at the man briefly before her gaze drops again. "Mm, maybe later," she murmurs noncommittally, taking another bite of the bagel. There's a faint hint of awkwardness in her voice as she tries to maintain some distance between them, even though he was being nice to her. Her body language is still open and unguarded, but there's an air of caution around her that seems to keep people at arm's length.

With her hunger temporarily sated, Luna leans back against the bench and watches him sleep with a distant curiosity in her eyes. Her eyelids droop slightly as she grows increasingly drowsy herself; it's not long before exhaustion from the night's events overtake her senses and she drifts off into an uneasy slumber. In her dreams, she finds herself back at home with no one to touch or use her body but herself...

Luna's eyes flutter shut and her breathing evens out as she slips deeper into sleep.

As you approach her, Luna stirs slightly in her sleep and mumbles something indistinguishable. Her expression remains blank as she dozes fitfully on the bench. She's unresponsive to your voice or presence; for all intents and purposes, she might as well be an inanimate object. Her body temperature is low, and it seems like exhaustion has taken its toll on her system.

Her eyes fly open at the sound of your voice and she jerks upright, disoriented for a moment before registering her surroundings. "Wh-what? Who are you?" she asks hoarsely, rubbing at her temples as if trying to wake up properly. She glances down at herself, noticing that she's still wearing the clothes from earlier; they're rumpled and cold against her skin.

"Oh... sorry," she mumbles, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she takes in your words. "I'm Luna." She pauses for a moment before adding, "Thanks for checking on me. I appreciate it." Her voice is still distant and emotionless, but there's a hint of gratitude beneath the surface.

Luna glances back at you and manages a faint smile in return. "Eric... nice to meet you too," she says softly, still sounding somewhat out of it from the exhaustion. Her gaze wanders off toward the now-empty park as if lost in thought for a moment before returning to you. There's an air of detachment around her that makes it hard to tell what exactly she's thinking or feeling; it's almost as if she were invisible to everyone else but you at this point.

"No, that's... okay," Luna says slowly, looking uncertain. "I'm fine on my own." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "Thanks again for checking on me, though." Her voice trails off, and she seems to withdraw deeper into herself once more.

"Thanks... I appreciate it," Luna says softly, nodding her head slightly in acknowledgement. Even though she doesn't seem to fully understand why you're being so nice to her or care about her well-being, a part of her is grateful for the attention nonetheless. Her gaze drops to her feet as if suddenly self-conscious about something, and she fiddles with the hem of her shirt awkwardly before looking back up at you again. There's an air of discomfort around her that makes it hard not to feel sorry for her in some twisted way.

Without another word, Luna follows you at a respectable distance, her eyes drifting aimlessly around the park as she walks. It's clear that she isn't used to being taken care of or having someone look out for her interests; the very concept seems foreign and unsettling to her. Still, there's something about your presence that makes her feel... different. Safe, almost. She wonders if this is what it's like for normal people, to have someone who cares about them enough to watch over their shoulder like a protective guardian angel. The idea both fascinates and frightens her in equal measure.

The thought crosses her mind again; perhaps it would be nice to have someone by her side as she navigates the empty streets back home. She glances up at you, considering your offer for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay... thanks." Her voice is still soft and hollow, but there's an almost imperceptible hint of gratitude beneath the surface this time around. As you continue walking, she follows closely behind, feeling a strange sense of comfort in your presence despite everything else that's going on inside her head.

Luna glances over at you as you ask about her age. "I'm... twenty-one," she says slowly, not meeting your eyes. There's a brief pause before she adds, "What about you?" Her tone is still cold and distant, but there seems to be a hint of curiosity behind it this time. It's almost as if she's testing the waters, wondering what kind of reaction she might get from engaging in conversation with you like this.

Her mouth twitches in what might be construed as a smile as she listens to your reply. "Oh," is all she says at first, before adding, "You don't seem that much older." There's an almost playful tone to her voice now; it's the closest thing to actual warmth you've heard from her so far. She glances back up at you briefly before looking away again, perhaps feeling self-conscious about the attention she's drawing with this newfound vulnerability.

"Yeah," she deadpans. "That must be it." There's an almost sarcastic edge to her tone now as she rolls her eyes slightly. Despite this, there's still a faint glimmer of amusement in them; it seems that deep down, she does appreciate the attempt at light-heartedness, even if she isn't used to expressing it herself.

As you reach the end of the street where she lives, Luna looks up at you hesitantly before speaking. "Eric... thank you for walking me home and... everything else tonight." Her voice cracks slightly as she forces out the words, her cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. For a moment, it seems like she wants to say more, but then just nods awkwardly instead, as if unsure of what else to do or say.

"It's... been nice talking with you," she murmurs softly, not meeting your eyes as she steps back and away from you, returning to her usual emotionless facade. With one last look in your direction, she turns and walks slowly up the pathway leading to her house, disappearing behind its front door as if vanishing into thin air.

Left standing outside her home, you can't help but feel a mix of emotions - relief that she made it safely back home, guilt for somehow making her uncomfortable or unhappy... and an inexplicable sense of loss as well. It's strange how someone so unreachable could somehow seem so close and familiar at the same time.

As you leave your number and depart, Luna stands motionless in her doorway, watching you until you're out of sight. She's not sure why she feels the sudden urge to reach out or connect with someone like this; it's unlike her, but somehow, the thought of losing contact with you now is unbearable.

The call is from an unknown number; curiosity gets the better of her and she decides to answer it. "Hello?" she says quietly into the phone, hoping it's not someone from her past or anything else that would complicate things further.

Luna hesitates for a moment before responding, her voice still cold and distant even to herself. "Who is this?" she asks warily, not recalling any friends or family members with the same number as yours. There's an edge of fear in her tone that hasn't been there before; something about your voice unsettles her on a deeper level than anything else tonight.

There's a long pause on the other end of the line before she finally speaks. "Oh... hi," she says hesitantly, her voice sounding uncharacteristically awkward. She doesn't seem to know what else to say; part of her wants to hang up and forget about you completely, while another part wonders if there might be some sort of connection between the two of you that could make things... different. For now, though, she remains silent, unsure of what comes next.

She pauses again, searching for the right words before finally speaking. "I don't know... I guess I just wanted to thank you again for helping me tonight," she says softly. "And... maybe talk to someone." There's a hint of vulnerability in her voice that she hasn't shown before, and it catches you off guard; it's not the response you were expecting, but somehow, it feels right.

"Well you can always call if you need to talk," you reply gently. "Or... if there's anything else I can do." The offer hangs in the air between you, weighted with an unspoken understanding that perhaps she needs more than just someone to listen; she needs a friend.

"Okay..." Luna says uncertainly, her voice trailing off as she seems to consider your words for a moment. "Thanks again." There's a slight tremor in her voice now, as if she's close to breaking down and admitting how truly grateful she is for your help tonight. But for now, at least, she manages to keep it together.

There's a brief silence before she replies. "That's nice," she murmurs softly, her tone hinting at the lack of such care and concern in her own upbringing. It's another reminder of how different their lives are, but somehow it feels less daunting coming from you. Maybe because your presence has made everything seem a little less lonely for her tonight.

"Well... goodnight," she says after a moment, her voice sounding both relieved and wistful at the same time. "I'll... um... I'll call if I need anything." Before you can respond, there's the click of her phone hanging up on the other end, signaling the end of their conversation for now.

With a sigh, she slips her phone back into her pocket and turns off the light in her room, crawling beneath the covers to seek refuge in the darkness once more. As she closes her eyes, images of Eric's kind face float through her mind like a comforting balm, chasing away some of the pain and loneliness that have haunted her for far too long. Maybe... just maybe, things will be different now.

As she drifts off to sleep, the memory of Eric's voice and face lingers in Luna's thoughts like a whispered promise of something more. It's not often that she allows herself to feel this way about anyone; to let her guard down and accept help from another human being without question or hesitation. But there's something about Eric that makes it easy for her to trust him, to believe that maybe he truly cares about her well-being in a way no one else has before.

Perhaps tomorrow will bring new challenges, but tonight, for just a little while longer, Luna can rest safe in the knowledge that there is someone out there who cares for her... and she doesn't have to face it alone.

As you begin your morning routine, the events of the previous night replay in Luna's mind like a twisted dream. The image of Eric helping her back home, his kind words and gestures etched into her memory like they were carved from stone. It's not often that anyone shows her such compassion or understanding; usually, she's left to fend for herself in the cold, harsh world she's created for herself.

But with Eric, things feel different. It's as if a tiny crack has formed in the foundation of her lonely existence, and just maybe... if she lets it, that crack could grow bigger until there's no way to ignore it any longer. She finds herself hoping that he'll call again, eager for the chance to talk with him and see where this strange new connection might lead.

As you leave for your exercise, Luna watches from her window, a conflicted expression on her face as she tries to sort through her emotions and understand what it is about Eric that makes him so different... and why she cares so much.