The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0067

If that partner was me, I would…

No. I shouldn’t go down that path, even within the safe confines of my mind.

Nicholas and I would never be together again. I had too many secrets that he would never understand. Even if he knew the truth, even if he’d understood, he’d never agree with the choices I had made.

If he knew what I’d given away, he would never look at me the same way.

When Elva appeared for her lunch, she shouted from across the room. “Nick–lass!” Then she ran through. the line, crawled under the table, and threw her arms out wide for a hug.

Nicholas leaned down to oblige. His smile was so warm, my chest ached.

If only Elva and I could have this all the time.

After lunch, and after Nicholas and I finished cleaning up, we joined the children out on the playground.

I pushed some of the kids on the swings, while Nicholas play–chased the children around the grassy lawn. He roared, pretending to be a monster. The children shouted with fake fear, broken with fits of

giggling.

Elva herself often broke the illusion by running up to Nicholas and demanding. “You’re not a monster.

You’re Nick–lass!”

into his arms and spun her around, while she cheered and

life. I could

she would

tackle him down to

called from the sidelines,

new monster approaches, even more harrowing than the

immediately took to the new game, running and

them distracted, Nicholas rolled up off the ground and walked to me near the

grass debris from his pants, but the

I?” I asked, motioning to his

“Is it bad?”

he teased, then turned his back

when I had finished did I realize the potential weight of what I had just done. I had touched him so casually. We

had felt just

must have noticed as well. His posture shifted, straightening. His smile

back soon,” he

fantasy as soon as we could. It was too dangerous,

but could never have

A prince and a commoner,

between us, too large

back together,” Nicholas

“Thank you.”

ride home, we sat mostly in silence. Elva slept soundly, having worn herself

with his arm wrapped protectively around