Whispers Across the Moon

When I was thirteen years old, I was abducted away by human traffickers. I yearned to return home every single day. During a transfer as they were loading me into a van, I seized an opportunity when they weren't paying attention, broke free from the ropes, and leaped out of the moving vehicle. One of the men inside the van cursed and swiftly jumped out to chase after me. I sprinted wildly ahead, running until I reached a bustling street. I stumbled and fell right in front of a woman. With tears in my eyes, I pleaded, "Ma'am, I've been kidnapped, please, you've got to save me." The trafficker caught up to me and seized me, then he told the woman, "I apologize, she's just having a tantrum and saying nonsense. She's my own daughter, and this is a tantrum she likes to throw."I was utterly terrified, and my attempt to argue was met with a swift slap that silenced me.Standing next to the woman was a tall, thin young man in a school uniform. He fixed his gaze on her and calm

I found myself homeless once again.I placed my hand on my empty stomach, feeling the hunger gnawing at me.Since Trevis had driven me away, it felt like I hadn't had a proper meal in ages.In a nearby trash can, there was leftover food thrown away by others, contaminated with someone's saliva.Maybe I was truly too hungry, and I couldn't resist anymore.But suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind.It was a filthy, drunken man.He gazed at me and grinned in a lecherous manner."Little girl, come home with me. We’ll sleep together. I've slept with someone a little older than you, and it was ...... I can't tell you how good it was.”His alcohol-laden breath blew into my face, and his strength was too much for me to break free from.I fought to resist, but he didn't care and started to strip me of my clothes.Out of nowhere, a person appeared behind him and yanked him by the back of his neck, tossing him aside and delivering a series of powerful punches.It wasn't until the d

The following day, Trevis instructed me not to wander and left. I followed his instructions and continued collecting recyclables near our neighborhood to earn some money.When Trevis returned, he was wearing clean white clothes with "Hotel Service Staff" written on the back.I had a vague feeling that he had started working.Soon, he received his wages and took me to various important places, including the police station, schools, and government offices.People said Trevis was helping me with ID registration and school enrollment.This process turned out to be quite tedious, with Trevis working hard during the day and running errands all over town.Yet, he always made sure to check on me before resting, ensuring I was asleep and safe.A month later, all the elementary and middle schools in the city were gearing up for the new school year. On that particular day, Trevis opted not to wear his work uniform. Instead, he dressed in his everyday attire, a crisp white T-shirt paire

When I turned sixteen, I secured the ninth position in my grade, earning a spot at a prestigious high school and becoming Trevis's junior. Trevis was elated, praising my exceptional achievement, even though he mentioned how challenging it was to get into his high school. However, it didn't take long for me to realize that despite having graduated from high school three years prior, Trevis remained a legend within the school. He had once earned gold medals in the school's physics, chemistry, and biology competitions. His hundred-meter dash record from the school sports meet still stood unbroken. Whenever I passed by the school's honor roll, I couldn't help but notice Trevis's photo prominently displayed. In the picture, he sported a buzz cut, had sharp and handsome features.I would gaze up at his photo, and it felt as if time had momentarily come to a standstill.Even though we saw each other every day, at that moment, it felt like an insurmountable distance had grown bet

I discreetly made my way to Trevis's workplace, a high-end restaurant. Through the window, I spotted Trevis in his formal attire, stationed at the entrance, warmly welcoming guests. My outstanding Trevis, excelling even as a waiter, and within three years, he had been promoted to a manager by the restaurant's owner.Just as I was about to step inside, a customer by the window suddenly stood up, his voice raised in anger. "This place is absolutely filthy! We found a condom in our hotpot!" He lifted a small, thin pouch with his chopsticks.Trevis' expression changed, and he quickly approached to assess the situation. My heart tightened with worry.After observing for a few moments, Trevis regained his composure and flashed a polite smile. "Sir, I can assure you that this item was not placed by our restaurant."The bearded customer responded with irritation, "Are you suggesting that I put it there myself?"Trevis responded calmly, saying, "Based on the laws of physics, it's impossibl