Daciana's P.O.V What was he thinking? Waltzing right into the room and asking me to marry him? Why was he always thinking of his happiness and never mine.“Daciana,” he took a step forward, his hands landing on my shoulders. “What do you mean?”I breathed, and looked away. “Milton, you know I don't belong here.”“You belong wherever I am,” he said, squeezing my shoulders gently. “No one gets to decide that except me, and you.”But that was a lie. He knew it, but just wouldn't be honest with himself.“I could never be your Luna,” I said again. “I have so much more to do.”“Then we'll do it together.”“No!”The room fell silent. The humming birds outside his window, dispersing at the sound of my voice.I brought myself to look at him, and his eyes, always full of life, were dim and cold. Yet he smiled at me, that warm smile that always kept my raging spirit safe.“Daciana,” he whispered my name.My breath hitched.“What are you so afraid of?” He asked.I sighed within me. Is that real
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