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?"

he exhales in irritation, his

right? 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 is why you were

don't know anything, get out of

snarl, shoving him. "Tell me, why

of your business. I'm not looking for

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

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

confusion in his

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

et

was the truth of pretty fucking close to it and with