midnight / o, prompt

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Feelings of uselessness were not uncommon in Suite's world. She often felt this way for unknown reasons, and she hated it. She was always trying to do her best for her family, friends, and group, but it never felt like it was enough. There was more to do, there always was. It at least constantly felt that way. Suiteheart hated the feeling, but it was too hard to simply push away; it was like something was constantly sat on her shoulder, whispering in her ear, "Do more. You're not contributing enough."

And that was why she was patrol. Again. The third time today actually. She was worn and tired, and that was why she could not believe her eyes when she peered upward. She thought she saw Lunafreya flying, but she couldn't be sure.

Squinting, she called, "Luna?" God, maybe she was losing it.
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