|Luna Moore|
Aurelia's words echo in my head, rattling like loose change in an empty jar.
"I love you."
It shouldn't affect me the way it does. It shouldn't make my chest cave in, shouldn't make my fingers tremble, shouldn't make me feel like I'm standing at the edge of a cliff, staring down at something I don't know if I'm ready to fall into.
But it does.
It does.
I sit in the passenger seat of Aurelia's car, staring out at the endless stretch of highway ahead of us, the city lights flickering in the distance. The silence between us is thick, heavy, a quiet thing that neither of us know how to break.
I should be yelling at her.
I should be telling her she's too late, that her words don't mean anything, that I don't care.
But I do care.
And that's the problem.
Because Aurelia le
