|Aurelia Branson|
I wake up to an empty bed.
For a second, my heart clenches, my fingers reaching for the warmth that had been there only hours ago. The ghost of Luna's body against mine lingers in the sheets, but the reality hits just as quickly.
She's gone.
Of course, she is.
I sit up, running a hand through my tangled hair, my eyes scanning the dimly lit hotel room. Luna's phone charger is still plugged into the wall. The faint scent of her shampoo clings to the pillow beside me. But she isn't here.
I push the covers back, stretching the stiffness from my body before grabbing my own phone from the nightstand.
7:32 AM.
There's a message from my mother. One from Tyler. A couple from people at school asking what the hell happened at the party last night. But none from Luna.
I bit
