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?"

shift in his heartbeat and he exhales in irritation, his

me, did

anything, get out of my way,"

know enough." I snarl, shoving him. "Tell me, why are

none of your business. I'm not

"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 respect for her?"

her, but no longer

Adriana? Is it

confusion in his eyes and

of your business, then. So then why? Did she not fit your mould for an ideal Luna? Is she not up to the

et

pause had confirmed what I just said was the truth of pretty fucking close to