THIRD PERSON POV.
Elizabeth did not move. Mark laid still for a moment, then got up and began tucking his shirt into his pants.
Elizabeth closed her eyes. No, this couldn't be happening. This couldn't have happened. Not this way again. She had promised herself that the next time she would be on his bed, is as his Luna. She heard him closing his fly. She sat up and found him buttoning his pants, watching her.
She had to say something. He couldn't leave. He couldn't leave her again like she was nothing after what they just had. But he was doing just that—leaving her— again.
She attempted a too bright smile. "Well, that's one thing we do well together." She was afraid to be serious; levity was much easier. She hugged a pillow.
"But not without fighting," he said quietly.
Elizabeth stare
