LUNA POVThe cold water ran from the bathroom faucet, spiraling down the drain. I gripped the edges of the marble vanity, staring blankly at my reflection in the massive mirror.My face was flushed, my skin pale, and my eyes were heavily swollen from another night of crying. A fresh tear slipped over my lashes, tracking slowly down my cheek before hitting the porcelain sink with a quiet, hollow tap.Why are you being so pathetic, Luna?I wiped my face roughly with the back of my hand, but the tears wouldn't stop. They just kept falling, hot and humiliating, stinging my raw skin.It had been exactly one month.Thirty agonizing, suffocating days since the fire. Thirty days since the invisible wall had slammed down between us, turning the man who had finally made me feel safe back into a stranger.At first, I had tried to be understanding. I told myself he was grieving. He had lost his people, and as the Pakhan, he carried the weight of that tragedy alone. I thought he just needed space
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