For Cheeky's Weekly Drabble Comp: Level, Medium. "To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment."- Ralph Waldo Emerson.


She's beautiful, simply in that she doesn't try to be someone she's not. She doesn't try to pretend. She talks of nargles in mistletoe and crumple-horned snorkacks in foreign lands, and she doesn't give a damn what anyone else thinks, and you fall in love with that.

You aren't supposed to fall in love. You loved him, and two years aren't enough to be over that.

But she treats you normally (well, normal being a relative term, as, truthfully, nothing Luna does is ever normal). She treats you like a human being instead of a china vase one second from shattering, and you love that. She doesn't shy away from talking about him when you get that look in your eye that means you're thinking of him.

She's bold and outrageous and flamboyant and Luna, and you think she's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

You are convinced you're meant to love her silently forever until the day she kisses you. She murmurs that she hates seeing you sad and she brushes a lock of your dark hair out of your face and she stands up on tiptoe and presses her lips to yours.

"You're beautiful, Cho," she says. "And beautiful people ought not be sad. It only robs the world of seeing them at their most beautiful of all."

You choke back a sob and murmur, "Luna, I've done nothing to deserve you."

And instead of disagreeing, Luna just smiles. "No one does anything to deserve love. Love isn't about what you deserve."

And then she kisses you again, and you are falling once more, and don't you know best of all that love is an abyss you can't climb out of?