Luna's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she inquired, "You named him?"
I returned her smile, but beneath the surface, the tension lingered, undeniably palpable. Selene's presence in the room hinted at an unspoken shift, a delicate topic we both avoided acknowledging. Nash, the ever-watchful voice in my head, broke the uneasy silence.
Selene and I, we sensed a change lately, something unspoken but thick in the air. It's confusing, you know? Like standing in the middle of a foggy forest, not sure which path to take.
We both feel it, yet there's this unspoken agreement to keep it hanging, untouched. Acknowledging it feels like walking on fragile ice, and I don't want to risk shattering what's left of our delicate balance, especially when my mate is right beside me.
It's a confusing maze
