Fake Vow, True Luna
I stood up abruptly, the sudden movement causing my chair to scrape noisily against the floor.
“I need some air,” I murmured, more to myself than to him.
The path from our porch led to a little clearing where a swing hung from an old oak tree. I often came here to think, to find solace in nature’s embrace. That night, the moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. I sat down on the swing, my thoughts tumultuous.
A few minutes later, I felt Nathan’s presence before I saw him. He stood at the edge of the clearing, hands buried deep in his pockets.
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