I Am The Luna
She’s pacing, and I can hear her footsteps, the rhythm tells me she’s panicked or stressed.
My phone lights up and I see there’s a message, but I don’t check it, keeping my ear trained on Sia’s words.
“Ok, yes. I promise.”
“No, I told you I didn’t. Believe me, why do you think that I told you I won’t? You know I won’t,” Sia’s strained voice comes. Clearly upset.