He carried me all the way back to his apartment, never tiring, never complaining, just always making sure I was close to him. My life was in shambles and while I could have easily fixed everything with accepting to be his Luna I knew deep down that was wrong. I needed to accept it because I wanted it, and still with the wheels in my mind turning frantically I was unsure about everything.
In this moment right now I was lost, but with him carrying me through the void, my body fet more at ease. I opened my mind calling out to him. I wanted him to know my suffering, I wanted him to take it all away from me. I wanted him to talk to me, tell me it was going to be alright, so why was he being so quiet? Not one word was passed between us, even on the elevator ride up he just stood with me in his
