Moonlight

Chapter 13.

The fact that Rune and Clarissa have taken me in as their child is more than enough for me to be grateful to them, but I could not be more grateful for the moment that my return home is closer than it has ever been. Aspen stood beside me during my goodbyes,

shining his gaze into the room with intensity as he watched me intently as he watched me with his gaze as he stood beside me. Also, despite Remus's apparent anger over the fact that I had left, I thought that he liked me. As far as what I said was

concerned, there was not much to say. It was still painful for me to accept the rejection despite having accepted it. My thoughts continued to occupy my mind for a few minutes, and I started to tell myself that it was nothing to be worried about. The

moment Aspen got in the car, we began to back up. We were backed up within a few seconds. In the car, I glanced away once again without turning back to look at Remus once more, and I glanced away once again as the car drove away. In my mind, I was

constantly reminded that I needed to move ahead, that I needed to get ahead, and that I needed to make progress. In the wake of my sleepiness, I am shaken gently by Aspen on the way home and find myself lying on the floor as I wake up from my sleepiness. In

the immediate aftermath of finding out that my mother had passed away, I felt a great deal of sadness because I knew that she would not have been able to run out of the maple doors to greet me and tell me she was glad to see me. As hard as it was for me to

keep from crying, I managed to wipe them away with a tissue as quickly as I could. My father was not in a position to hear how sad I was, and I could not tell him that. I entered the building with a smile on my face, holding my head high. A warm, tight hug

embraced me as soon as I cleared the door. My father immediately came to mind as I embraced him tightly back. It was very difficult for me to reply to my father's gentle question, "How are you doing?" I was missing you, baby. Even though I knew that

I had to remain strong in the face of the question he asked, my heart broke. The tears were flowing down my cheeks, and I was not able to control them as they streamed down my cheeks. The sobbing that I did when I was with my father was not

accepted - he only held me close to him. Remus failed to stop me from leaving, and I still miss my mother, even though he could not stop me from missing her, and he did not try to prevent me from missing her. Even though we have only been acquainted

with him for a short period, both of us are still interested in him regardless of how long we have known him. It was heartbreaking to see how sad my father looked when he saw how upset I was when he saw how sad I was. Earlier this week, I

stepped into the building with my head high and held my hands high as I walked in. After putting my hand on the doorknob, I was enveloped in a warm, tight hug within seconds of clearing it. As soon as I realized he was my father, he tightened a hug

around my waist and tightly squeezed it on. How long has it been since we last saw each other? How long has it been since we last met? As soon as I answered yes, it felt as if I had been broken by the experience as if he had asked me if I was strong or not. The

time I spent during this period was one in which I was insatiably curious about how I felt, and when I discovered that I had broken, I felt as though I had failed. We could not stop the tears from flowing as they flowed uncontrollably. Upon seeing my

tears, my father simply tightened his grip around me in response to me sobbing. Even though it hurt to me to know he didn't try to prevent me from leaving, even so, I still felt hurt by Remus' rejection, but I was also hurt by the fact that he didn't do anything to stop

me from leaving. In spite of the rejection of Remus, I continued to miss my mother very much despite the rejection, even though I was still hurt by it. In spite of the fact that we have known him for many years, we still love him for the way he is. The pain in my

heart was unbearable. I could not bear it anymore. In the event that he did not appear within a week of the date of the letter, I would be able to move on with my life.