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Then he went home, slept on the floor, and woke before dawn to mop the ward. He didn’t speak to anyone about redemption. He didn’t make vows. He didn’t ask me to forgive him. He worked. And for the first time since the night under the blood moon, the pack ledger moved one notch closer to the truth.

My head was spinning, and at this moment, it was too much to bear. Alone, I pulled the Afghan over myself and watched the figures moving across the screen, enjoying being able to lie down and stretch out comfortably for the first time in days. I stared at the sunshine peering through the sliding glass doors to the right, when my thoughts went to the Moon Goddess, Selene, and what Magenta had said.

Dev turned towards the window and looked at the moon in the sky. He said, "So once again his moon and her thirst will fight. They will fight for their love." Love sees no boundaries. Love can't be hidden. Love can't lose hope. Love doesn't accept defeat. Love is not blind; love sees what eyes fail to see.

I felt happy but deep inside I was always sad. I wasn't able to sleep that night. I kept turning around. The dream I used to have come back. This time I saw his face. His blue eyes sparkled. It had always been him. Mike. He even conquered me in my dreams. He never left me alone. Then, suddenly I was lost in darkness. Pitch black darkness everywhere I looked. But suddenly a beautiful woman came near me. She was dressed in white. Her hair was white as well. She hugged me. She comforted me. "Don't be afraid my child. I am the moon goddess. You are never alone. He is your world." she spoke. A knock on the door woke me up. It was my mom who came to wake me up.

What did you just say? Chloe's smile was sweet and poisonous. "Do you know how stupid your mom was? When I pushed her down the stairs, she actually told me she didn't blame me and asked me to call an ambulance. Guess what I did. I stepped on her stomach and danced a little Swan Lake." Something in me snapped clean through. I lunged at her like a feral animal, ready to make her pay for my mother and my baby sister, who never had a chance to be born.

“You might get her bad luck.” They burst out laughing, and I bow my head, focusing on what I am doing. I heard it all before, but it cuts deep. My eyes water, but I force myself to blink them away. I am not going to give them the time of day and show them that I'm crying. “Why?” I wonder silently, my hands trembling as I work. “Why did you make me this way, Moon Goddess? I'll never be good enough. I'll never be accepted.”

She had to join him in the memory. She walked over to him, carefully, like approaching a scared animal. She didn't look at the rock. She looked at him. "What was the song about, Finn?" she asked softly. He blinked, confused. "What?" "The lullaby. What were the words?" He frowned, his concentration turning inward. "It was... it was about the moon being a silver boat. And the stars were... were little fish swimming in a dark sea." He hummed a few notes, his voice trembling. "She said I should sail away on the moon boat and have sweet dreams."

“I will be there with you, Moon. You are not alone. Jol and I will be there to support you.” “Thank you.” Moon placed his head on my shoulder. “Without you, I might never have achieved half of what I did, Ray. You were indeed my ray of sunshine.” “What mushy things are you saying?” I wrinkled my nose as I pretended to be disgusted by his words. “You are Moon and not the sun. How can I be your ray of sunshine? It's more like moonshine.” Moon chuckled. “Anything you say, darling.” He kissed my neck.

Dancing is for slaves and peasants to entertain them. Our song is about to play as we stand spaced apart on the stage at the hall. I feel an intense gaze focused on me. It’s hard to see with the stage lights shining. “The moon is smiling upon the fields. The moon is smiling upon the fields. The evening primrose opens and gives her lemon scented bloom, As daylight fades she opens herself to the goddess, Pluck the most beautiful blooms and give them as tribute!” The singers croon.

I felt the pain which wrapped around my, trying to climb out of me. After what felt like hours of pain, sickening cracks and ice scratching against my skin I stopped twitching and withering. Instead lay on the ground, my breath puffing into smoke. A sound, so faint I was surprised I'd heard it; I raise my head, looking towards the scuffle.