Chapter Forty-Seven - The Loss

Present.

Luna stood on the porch as she watched Matt wave to her and drive away, she remained where she was for a little while longer, staring morosely into the dark night. She was feeling…. sad, was the word. All through the ride home, a melancholic feeling had been weighing heavily on her heart, and she knew the origin of the feeling.

You know who just acted like? Moira.

She couldn’t get the words, or the implication of them, out of her head. Breeze blew, Luna rubbed her hands down her arms to warm away the chill it brought. She finally turned to walk into her house, worried she might freeze to death if she stood outside for too much longer.

Normally, Luna’s ritual was to command the lights on as soon as she walked in, but this time, she didn’t. Somehow, tonight, the dark fitted her, and the lights would have been too bright. She was wallowing, she realized. Or, she wanted to wallow, she amended silently.

Luna rubbed a hand over her chest as she stood in the middle of her livi