Luna Leo

Hallucinating?

My heart skipped. A kiss? I blushed.

I turned my far quickly so he would not see my face was turning red.

I tried to stand up but he pulled me down, placing me on his leg as he sat on the floor.

I tried to stand up again but he held me down. He placed me on the floor and lay above me.

My heart began to race as he wanted to place his mouth on mine. My eyes widened in shock.

He smiled as he brought his face closer to mine, staring into my eyes. I was flushed as I looked into his eyes.

It had turned hazel again. It was very beautiful.

I swallowed the saliva in my throat as I tried to look away but he was quick to hold my face back.

My heart raced faster like it was going to burst out of my chest. He smiled again and turned away from me.

Laughing as he placed his hands behind his head. I sighed as I felt a little bit relieved.

“The stars are beautiful” He started.

“Yes, they are” I smiled, looking at them

They were indeed beautiful. The stars shine brighter that night. It looked like it was happy for me.

Still, the thought of what had earlier happened that night did not seem to leave my head.

I was sure of whatever had happened. My mind wandered again

I remembered scratching my hand against the bark of a tree when I snatched myself from Millicent.

I checked it quickly but it was not there anymore. Well, if it had been there, due to my wolf nature, it would have healed. I rolled my eyes.

“They are beautiful but cannot be compared to you"

I blushed immediately. He was just so sweet! He always had a way of making me flutter.

“That’s not true” I argued, blushing so hard.

“You know it is. I don’t go for ugly people but the most beautiful and fairest of all. If you were not beautiful, I wouldn’t come for you.” He admitted, looking into the skies.

I had mixed feelings. I looked at him but he wasn’t looking at me. Anger welled up in me

“You want to be with me because of beauty?” I questioned, disappointed, hoping he was going to change his words but he did not seem to be concerned.

"If I was not beautiful, you would not come for me?” I tried to hold back my disappointment.

What about love? What was love to him? Was beauty the definition of love to him?

I fell in love with him because of his good heart and compassion.

Did he want to marry me because of my beauty? Of course, I knew I wasn’t that much of a beauty.

I couldn’t measure to a third of Cleopatra or anything but that was the last thing I had expected him to say.

“Yes,” He answered immediately.

I looked at his face again and then he was serious. He didn’t look at me.

His gaze was on the sky. I turned to the other side as I wiped the tears that threatened to fall. I wasn’t going to do that.

“It’s getting too late. I need to return.” I sat up, turning my back to him.

“Of course, time is fast spent. We need to return. By the way, I have something to tell you.” He sighed. I rolled my eyes.

All he had to do was apologize. There was nothing else I wanted to hear

He sighed again “I am leaving tomorrow”. He announced. My heart broke. It shattered.

As a result of my anger, I had to pretend that I was not bothered or moved.

Deep within, I was hurting. I needed him now. Why was he leaving?

“I have to attend to something in the royal house but I promise you, I will be back in a couple of weeks, say, two weeks and when I come, we will be leaving together.

You will be coming with me as my bride and my Luna” He announced, more like a consolation as he tried to place his hand on my shoulder.

Was he oblivious to the fact that I was upset or was he purposely acting like he did not see me? Like he did not know I was upset?

“Good for you” I rolled my eyes as I stood up. I was bleeding deep within but he could not see it.

Was his love blind and ignorant? Was his love short-sighted?

He held my hands “For my wish, I want us to walk back, as humans, not wolves.

I want us to walk gently, enjoying the breeze and spending every minute together”

I stood gently and nodded.

That was way better and easier than a kiss. He held my hands as we walked back gently. We were both quiet.

No one said a word to the other.

Several thoughts ran through our minds. For me, it was anger. For him, well I have no idea. I can’t read minds.

As soon as we got back to my house, I snatched my hands from him. I knew everyone would have been asleep.

I walked hurriedly right in front of him.

“Goodnight” He greeted, more like he exhaled air as his voice was barely audible.

I gave him a final glare as I opened the door to my room.

He was there, looking at me quietly and gently, his hands crossed behind his back.

I closed the door in anger.

To hell with his night.