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.

towards me. "What are you doing here?" he asks,

cto ask you something," I say as I walk towards him. He stands up, lookingsquare in

be?" "Why?" "Why

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?

enough." I snarl, shoving him. "Tell me, why are you such a pussy?" "That's none of your business. I'm not looking for a Luna!" he

rising. "Why? Too hung up on someone else's 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

ask, my eyes flashing with

"None of your business, then. So then why? Did she not fit your mould for an ideal Luna? Is she not up