The lights in the apartment stayed on all night.I knelt on the floor, packing my things one by one. I didn't need to be so thorough. Most of it wasn't important anyway—just clothes, shoes, accessories.But I needed something to do with my hands. If I stopped moving, I would start thinking. And if I started thinking, I would fall apart.The closet was full of clothes and shoes Felix had bought for me. Beautiful things. Expensive things. They weren't my style at all. I preferred simple lines, neutral colors, understated elegance.But Felix liked me in pastels and lace. He liked me in flowing skirts and delicate jewelry. So I wore them. I wanted to make him happy.Now I understood. Dressed like that, I looked more like Luna. I was a living mannequin for his lost love.Felix and I first met at a gala hosted by one of the allied families.He grabbed my hand, excited. His grip was warm and urgent. Then, when I turned around, his expression fell. The light in his eyes died."Sorry," he said,
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