Love Disappears with the Fireworks
"You kept calling me over something this trivial? Was that really necessary? Do you know, because of you, I was a minute late lighting the birthday fireworks for Luna Whitmore? She cried because she was so upset!"
I subconsciously held my lower abdomen. In that one minute—delayed because he ignored my calls—I had been enduring the pain of massive bleeding.
Nevertheless, I didn’t hysterically argue or question him. I just spoke softly, "Sorry for interfering with your important matters."
Then, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, and his tone softened slightly. "As long as you’re not picking a fight."
He pulled a half-burnt sparkler from his pocket and tossed it to me like a favor. "Luna i