Don't come at me, but I finally made up my mind to move out of Lunaris with Lior. Call it peer pressure or being foolish for love, but I think it's the right thing to do...
...even though I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pulling me forward even though every fiber of my being screaming at me to stay put.
I sit on the edge of my worn mattress in the omega quarters, the small duffel bag at my feet a pathetic representation of my life here.
Not much to pack, really. A few sets of clothes, folded neatly, a framed photograph of the parents I never met, their smiles forever frozen in a happier time, and the tiny silver wolf pendant Kira insisted I keep, a tangible link to the wildness within me.
It's a pity, the little amount of belongings I have as an eighteen year
