"Just ignore me."
I'm going to ignore Pollux too. For the sake of everything, as long as I was beside him, I would try not to be provoked by him. For half an hour, he was focused on reading the book in his hand.
Unfortunately, I couldn't close my eyes again. I guess it's because I've been unconscious for too long; that's why I'm awake now. I glanced at Pollux, who was still glued to the book.
"Do you have something to say, Luna Godiva?"
"What book are you reading?"
Pollux brought the book cover closer to my face. I read the writing on the worn cover. Pollux was reading a poem. Was he joking?
"Venus and Adonis? Shakespeare, seriously?" I propped up my chin with my hand.
"What's wrong?"
"Are you a poet?"
"You don't have to be a poet to read poems, do you?"
Pollux had a point. I did
