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

That's why she left, isn't it?" I close the distance between us, my aura raging around me. He counters with his own, his eyes blazing. "Tell me, did you reject her? That

don't know anything, get out of my

him. "Tell me, why are

business. I'm not looking

although she has four fucking kids with him? Do you have an ounce of fucking

flash with irritation. "This is not about Zaia. I love her, but no longer in

Why reject someone like Adriana? Is it her scars?" I ask, my eyes flashing with

a flicker of confusion in

not fit your mould for an ideal Luna? Is she not up to the standards for your entitled ass?" I ask. He clenches his jaw. "I don't

et

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