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.

jerking towards me. "What are you doing here?" he

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

what might that be?"

he exhales in irritation, his nostrils flaring. "Who?" "Who? Really? Adriana, your mate, right? That's why she left, isn't it?" I close the distance between us, my aura raging around me. He counters with his 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 it out before she did, right?"

are you such a pussy?" "That's none of your business. I'm not looking for a Luna!" he

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 assuming. Not anymore..." he frowns as he

I ask, my eyes flashing with irritation. "What scars?"

your mould for an ideal Luna? Is she not up to the standards for your entitled ass?" I ask. He clenches his