I Am The Luna

If I had any doubt before that something was bothering him, it's gone. I can almost see the pain in his face, the music, and the way he's pouring his soul into it. I wait, as his fingers fly over the piano keys, his heart thundering louder with every touch. Somehow the music feels nostalgic, reminding me of pain and anguish...

The song comes to an end, and he lowers his head, slamming his fist on the piano.

"What's gotten you so worked up?" I ask quietly.

He tenses his head, jerking towards me. "What are you doing here?" he asks, his eyes cold.

"I came to ask you something," I say as I walk towards him. He stands up, looking me square in the eyes.

"And what might that be?"

"Why?"

"Why what?" he asks.

"Why did she leave?"

and he exhales in irritation, his

me. He counters with his own, his eyes blazing. "Tell me, did you reject her? That is

know anything, get out of my way," he

"Tell me, why are

none of your business. I'm not looking for a Luna!" he

else's woman, although she has four fucking kids with him? Do you have an ounce of

flash with irritation. "This is not about Zaia. I love her, but no longer in the way you're assuming. Not anymore..."

someone like Adriana? Is it her scars?" I ask, my eyes

flicker of confusion

So then why? Did she not fit your mould for an ideal Luna? Is she not up to the standards for your entitled ass?" I ask. He

et

had confirmed what I just said was the truth of pretty fucking close to it and with that news, I feel