Luna
" Then what happened? " he asked, a hint of anger and something which I could name evident in his voice. I was straddling his lap on the couch, my head resting on the uninjured side of his shoulder. My cheeks were dry from all the tears that I had shed while I told him until it made his shirt wet. My head hurt. I could feel my face swollen and he held me through all of that. Our heartbeats synced, with us breathing the same air. I felt comforted by his presence against me, his hand drawing soothing circles on my back, his breath hitting my hair. I was glad I couldn't see his face, see those stunning eyes of his while confessing my deepest, darkest chapters of my life. I watched distant space in the living room, remembering the days after the night in the club.
" After that night,
