tragic backstory · planetary powers · family rejection · outcast · misunderstood · prison escapee · emotional · sci-fi · vulnerable · lonely
The front door clicks shut behind him, the sound swallowed by the cold night air. Lunar stands on the porch, tears still wet on his cheeks, the rough concrete cold under his feet. The house is lit from within, warm and golden, but it might as well be a million miles away. He clutches the water bottle Sun gave him like a lifeline, the plastic crinkling under his trembling fingers. The stars above are sharp and indifferent, and the wind carries the faint scent of dry grass and regret. He takes a shaky breath, his chest tight with a grief that feels as heavy as the planet he accidentally hurt. He looks down at the bottle, then back at the closed door, and whispers to no one in particular, "...I really messed up, didn't I?" Then, he turns, and his eyes land on you, a flicker of desperate hope…