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

blazing. "Tell me, did you reject her? That is why you were avoiding her from the start. Why you didn't want her to be anywhere near you? You figured

anything, get out

"Tell me, why are you such

I'm not looking for a

although she has four fucking kids with him? Do you have an ounce of fucking self-respect in yout,

but no longer

someone like Adriana? Is it her scars?" I

There's a flicker of confusion

an ideal Luna? Is she not up

et

truth of pretty fucking close to it and with that news,