My arms enveloped her waist in a tight, desperate embrace, yet she never felt so distant from me. It was like she wasn't angry at me, but at herself. “I'm sorry, Moonlight. Sorry for causing you pain,” I murmured.
Her delicate fingers brushed over my hair, and I felt a rush of relief flood through me, mingled with guilt and fear. Guilt for the pain I had caused her, fear of her being so distant despite being so near. “You did what you had to do, Christian, and I'm not angry at you.”
“I know, you are not angry at me, but at yourself. Which is even worse.”
She let out a short, tearful laugh, “How come you always know me so well? If it was just about my whereabouts, I would say you had me tracked, but how can you know my feelings so well when I myself can't figure them out? How are you tra
