Moving On

{ Anya }

The day of my graduation comes and I'm extremely pregnant and miserable during the ceremony because I can feel a lot of curious eyes on me.

This is the first 'public' appearance I've made in months, ever since the Alpha Presentation.

Other than going to school, I don't go out at all. And even in school, I try my hardest to go unnoticed because I hate all the fucking questions. I hate the way people look at me. But I hate when they call me Luna Anya the most. They heard about our ‘separation’ but they don’t give a shit, they still view me as their Luna.

When the principal calls my name, I get up and walk to the stage to grab my diploma, slowly but surely. Everyone cheers for me and I wave at them with a genuine smile for once because I feel a weight lifting off my shoulders.

I'm done with school. Finally. These past few months have been borderline unbearable in every single way possible. Thank god that’s over now.

Once the ceremony ends, I get up quickly from my seat before