The b***h Luna

21. Finding yourself

Convincing Ana's father was easy, just like any other parent he couldn't help but to fall for his daughter's pout. So yeah, I have a roommate now, although I never suspected Ana having so much crap. But all jokes aside Ana was the best person to live with. She cooks, she is tidy, she also has a job on weekends.

Even though I was against it she insisted on participating in rent and all the bills payment. I didn't get it as my father covers all the expenses but she told me that she wouldn't feel right. We established that instead of paying me half of everything she will do grocery shopping. Sweet deal, actually like a marriage from the '50s.

My spare bedroom soon changed to Ana's room, and may I say she had quite an eye. Her walls were filled with these amazing photos, ones of landscapes, ones of random people, but most of all I liked elements of nature, just like my personal best, a really closed-up photo of a leaf with raindrops on it. I didn't know why it felt so magical, cause let's face it it was just a leaf, but I felt closer to the woods just by looking at it.

She also had a pottery wheel. She told me that it relaxes her and didn't make the mess I was expecting, so I had nothing against it, besides personalized cups were awesome.

"You wanna try it?" - she asked me when she caught me looking at strange device

"What? No, I wouldn't know what to do."

"Then try, what could go wrong? How else would you know what you like?"

She had a point. Ana showed me how to use a wheel and we really had fun for a while, but creating from clay isn't as easy at it seems. Instead of making a simple vase I made a shapeless monster.

" Ok, I think pottery is not my thing."

" You may be right, but thankfully I love trying new things so I'm all for it to try one of yours guilty pleasures"

"Well, I don't think I got one" - I admitted truthfully.

"What?! Really? So what do you do when you need to relax or you are upset?"

"Nothing much. Shopping or watching TV. You know the usual." - I said timidly

"Alright, you can't spend your life hiding in front of TV or spending your father's money. We are going to find you some hobby."

"Ok, I'm starting to regret inviting you to live with me" - I joked

"Oh stop with the negativity, you need to find something that gives you some good emotions and helps deal with the bad ones. Think of me, when I'm in a good mood I take my camera and search for something to capture with it, like that leaf photo you looked at a couple of times, but when I'm anxious I do pots or other stuff. So now you think of what you do when you're happy and sad."

" Wait, that leaf photo, you took it?"

" Yeah, I've been with my grandma's house and after the heavy rain landscape was so mesmerizing that all I wanted to do was to remember it, so what do you do to express yourself?"

" Hmm, when I'm happy I talk with my friend or go shopping but when I'm sand or angry I only go shopping."

" What? It's like you have no personality at all. Ok, so let's try a different approach, what you're good at?"

" Ana, stop with this interrogation cause you make me wanna go shopping and not because I'm pleased with myself."

" Fine I'll stop, but come with me."

" Where too?"

" On a walk."

We went to the beach, actually she took me to the dog beach which was weird. Ana told me she loves taking pictures, capturing movement and running pets are her favourite models. It was really peaceful. I looked at the sunset while she made a few shots and talked with the owners. Snapshot sound interrupted my thoughts.

"What are you doing?" - I asked Ana clearly annoyed

"Wow, you know that camera loves you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Maybe that's it, you're pretty and looking good in the pictures, try to be a model, you can even make a lot of money out of it."

"You think so?"

"Sure I do. And think how jealous would Keith get if he sees you on some magazine cover."

I smiled blushing. Maybe it was something worth a try. We went back home, and gave a chance to another one of Ana's talents - cooking, and honestly I have never had better cannelloni in my life.

I went to bed thinking about what she said. Would Keit even care if he sees me in some magazine? Not once did he contact me, I know I asked him not to, but still I am his mate, yet he does not seem to care. Laying in my bed I dialed his number once more. He answered after the second rang.

"Hello Mate, what do I owe the pleasure?"

He sounded so arrogant and bored that I couldn't stumble a word. Instead I felt a traitorous tear escaping my eye.

"Is that our thing now, you calling me and not speaking?"

I did the only thing I could think of at that moment I hung up and cried myself to sleep.