I Am The Luna

Chapter 0495

"Want a smoke?" I ask, offering him one. He looks up with a start, clearly not having heard me approach. He glances down at the cigarette packet I've popped open. He looks at it as if taking a second to understand what I said before he gives me a grave smile.

"Thank you... son." He takes one and I take out my lighter, flipping it open and light the cigarette for him.

Stepping back, I lean against the pillar, one foot propped against it, smoking my own cigarette as I look at the sky. The weather is bright and warm, but it really doesn't match the mood any longer.

"You know I have had bad experiences with women, always betrayed and cheated, but Shelby... she is a beautiful soul, inside and out. It hurts to know she'll be gone soon." His voice is quiet and thick as he tries to keep it together.

"It does fucking suck, that's for sure. We're all going to die, but imagine knowing prior that you are about to go? She's probably trying to keep it together for you all. So, make the last days of her life so fucking good that she forgets she's at death's fucking door."

"You..." he seems to be taking in what I said, as he takes a clumsy puff on his cigarette.

"That is what you need to do, even if it is just talking to her. Tell her everything you want to, everything you envision for the next thirty years of your life. Do it now before it's too late, and she's gone."

his hand over his eyes, his body shaking

a fairytale, we can die at any minute...

kids shouting and

side of the house? Your old man's not doing great,' I say

my... I'll

take the kids inside as Kaia cries and Sebastian tries to calm her. It's crazy seeing

me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I know I failed you, and I will always keep trying to do better. I am truly sorry for falling for your mother's deceit. It won't make up for what happened to you, which is not something that I will ever forgive myself for, but I'd like to know you. I agree life is short. I don't want to

my cigarette. "I guess I do owe you an apology as well. I shouldn't have blamed you without getting all the facts straight, but like you said, there's no point

Zaia appears; her purple eyes are full of

she murmurs as she walks over to us and wraps her arms around both of us. I raise an eyebrow as

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around us both

agrees quietly as I hesitantly hug them back, patting Zala's back gingerly. "Thank you,

don't do hugs," I say, stepping back when it begins to