*Leah*
I take that kiss to bed with me and wake up still able to feel the press of his lips against mine. The first kiss he gave me was devastating in its complexity. The last kiss, devastating in its simplicity. It's the kind of kiss that speaks of a deeper intimacy, a connection beyond passion. It's the kind of kiss that marks me as belonging to him.
As I travel in the car to my mum's residence, those thoughts linger. But upon arrival, I shake them off and thank the servant for helping me out.
Crossing over to the door, I enter the small house where I have spent most of my youth, when I was not busy learning how to project the image of a proper Luna.
"You are right on time, love!" my mum sings out from the kitchen. "I have your tea ready."
She shuffles in, balancing a cup on a sauc
