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.
He tenses his head, jerking towards me. "What are you doing here?" he asks, his eyes cold.
"I cto ask you something," I say as I walk towards him. He stands up, lookingsquare in the eyes.
"And what might that be?" "Why?" "Why what?" he asks.
"Why did she leave?" There's a shift in his heartbeat and 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?" "You don't know anything, get out of my way," he
hisses.
"I know 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 growls.
I scoff, my irritation 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 irritation. "This is not about Zaia. I love
her, but no longer in the way you're assuming. Not anymore..." he frowns as he looks away.
"Then why? Why reject someone 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 something else.
Was I wrong? "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," he mutters.
But his moment of pause had confirmed what I just said was the truth of pretty fucking close to it and with that news, I feel as if a
storm of rage is swirling around me.

How dare he...
"So that's what it is..." I scoff. "You people will never change. You know what? Maybe it's for the best. You don't fucking deserve
her." "Don't you dare speak-" "I will speak however the fuck I want. You will never find a woman better for you than Adriana could
have been, because she makes up for et
your fucking cowardice." Turning, I leave, slamming the door behind me, not wanting to hear another fucking word from him. My
own anger is burning inside of me, growing stronger no matter how hard I try to fucking calm down.
What I said is right... he doesn't deserve her... and when he realise's when he realises what he's lost it's going to be too fucking
late.