I remained on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The room's darkness provided no solace, only room for my mind to repeat itself louder. The Luna Queen's words continued to ring in my head like a persistent lullaby that I could not silence.
"Have you never been in love?"
It was an easy question—light in voice but serious in implication. It echoed in my mind long after our discussion, even ringing in my ears into the late hours of the night.
Love?
Everyone who knew me, truly knew me -- had only one version of my story. I was that silly girl, the one who had discarded her pride, her name, and every shred of dignity just to pursue Alpha Jay. The woman was so blinded by feeling that she lost everything else along the way.
They said I was obsessed.
But was it obsession… or was it love?
I had
