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?"

heartbeat and he exhales in irritation, his nostrils flaring.

around me. He counters with his own, his eyes blazing. "Tell me, did you reject her? That is why you were avoiding her from the start. Why you didn't want her

anything, get out

him. "Tell me,

your business. I'm not looking

scoff, my irritation rising. "Why? Too hung up on someone else's woman, although she has four fucking kids with him? Do you have an ounce of fucking self-respect in yout, or

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

Adriana? Is it her scars?" I ask,

flicker of confusion in

why? Did she not fit your mould for an ideal Luna? Is she not up to the standards for your

et

the truth of pretty fucking close to it and with that news, I feel as if a storm of rage is