I Am The Luna

If I had any doubt before that something was bothering him, it's gone. I can almost see the pain in his face, the music, and the way he's pouring his soul into it. I wait, as his fingers fly over the piano keys, his heart thundering louder with every touch. Somehow the music feels nostalgic, remindingof pain and anguish...

The song comes to an end, and he lowers his head, slamming his fist on the piano.

"What's gotten you so worked up?" I ask quietly.

head, jerking towards me. "What are you

say as I walk towards him. He stands up, lookingsquare in the

might that be?" "Why?"

own, his eyes blazing. "Tell me, did you reject her? That is why you were avoiding her from the start. Why you didn't want her to be anywhere near you? You figured

a pussy?"

woman, although she has four fucking kids with him? Do you have an ounce of fucking self-respect in yout, or respect for her?" S His eyes flash with irritation. "This is not about Zaia. I love her, but no longer in the way you're

like Adriana? Is it her scars?" I ask, my eyes flashing with irritation. "What scars?" There's a flicker of confusion in his eyes and

"None of your business, then. So then why? Did she not fit your mould for an ideal Luna? Is she not up to the standards for your entitled ass?" I ask. He clenches his jaw. "I don't need to answer to you,"