Luna Morris
"Why didn't you tell me that you know Clyde Nielsen?" Ever since Clyde left, Daisy couldn't stop asking about Clyde. I shook my head, letting her know I didn't want to discuss him.
Not now, not later, and certainly not ever.
"Fine. Fine, I'll stop..." Daisy shut her mouth briefly and then, "Do you know who he is, though?"
"Daisy, I don't want to know," I said as I walked towards the fridge, taking a jug of cold water. Daisy was pouting as she threw herself onto the sofa. She's looking at you, annoyed.
"He called you butterfly." She said, mumbling, but it was enough for me to hear her. You poured the water into a glass and took a couple of sips.
"Drop it," I said, and she pouted again. Still holding my glass of water, I walked toward the sofa and sat beside her.
"I'm curious..." She whispered, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "He was my childhood friend, our friendship ended decades ago. Since then, I swore not to appear in front of him again."
"Well... You should have told me before you move here." She said in a careful tone which made you so curious.
"Why? What do you mean?" Daisy sat up straight, and she even put your glass of water on the table. "He rules Seattle, not only Seattle, from what I've heard."
"Okay."
"Okay?!" She raised her voice,
"I don't care. I swore not to appear in front of him again, so... Whatever information about him that you have, it won't bother my stay in Seattle." I said confidently.
"Suit yourself." She said, and not long after, she left my apartment to rest. I showered, ate lunch, and locked myself in my dark room to create more art. I sat before my blank canvas, thinking about what I should smudge first, but suddenly my head went blank.
Usually, I always have something in my head for inspiration. Either it's a shot glass, a dollar I saw on the street, or perhaps a sidewalk.
Nothing.
My mind is empty.
My phone rang, and it was none other than my grandfather. I picked up the call and put it on speaker. "Hello, Gerald," I said in an annoyed tone. I can't believe he told Clyde about my well-being here.
"What did I do?" He asked in a confused tone.
"What do you mean what did you do?" I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "You told Clyde about me being here in Seattle, grandfather." There's silence between us for a few seconds.
"I only told Nikolas about it, and I never thought he would tell Clyde." Of course.
"Well, he found me." I sighed as I grabbed my phone, walking out of the room. "Tell Nikolas that his grandson needs to stop being a creep."
"He's being a creep? That twat!" Grandfather hissed as I walked towards the glass window, looking at the busy street filled with people.
"I just hope that I won't see him again." My phone vibrated, and my finger slid down the screen to check. "Don't be like that, Luna. He was just a little kid back then. People change, and I think he's trying to make it up to you."
It's an unknown number.
A security team will come tomorrow morning to install some cameras and have an inspection around the apartment. The apartment you live in now had a creep who got caught breaking in and installing hidden cameras everywhere.
- C.N"He just texted me, and I don't know how he got my number." I hissed. "What did he say?" Grandfather asked curiously, and his tone told me that he was excited.
"He's sending a security team to install cameras around my apartment." I'm not thrilled. I know he's doing all this out of guilt, but I don't need him to be around me or have a casual Saturday texting each other.
I texted, "Mind your business and tell them not to come. I can take care of myself."
"He's being nice, Luna. You can't hate him forever, and it's been over 15 years." He's right. I know he's right, but I can't let it go. Not that easy when all I did was want to be by his side.
"Please tell Nikolas I don't want him to show his face again."
"Fine, I let him know, but you should give him a chance to talk, to explain what exactly happened that day." That is not happening, and I don't want to hear any excuses from his mouth.
"I'll think about it." When pigs fly.
"You can continue whatever you're doing, and I'm just checking on you. Stay safe, my brightest moon." I smiled, "I will, and I love you." I said. "I love you too."
After I ended the call, I checked the message from Clyde again. I changed his name to Annoying C, and I was so proud that I giggled like a high school girl.
The phone rang, and I picked it up right away, thinking that Grandfather might have forgotten to ask me if I had breakfast or not.
"Are you calling me to ask if I ate or not?" I asked so casually that my whole body turned into ice. "I was going to tell you that the security team is coming now, but you might as well tell me. Have you eaten?" It's Clyde.
"Clyde, I have told you once that day. That I don't want you to appear in front of me again, that includes minding your own business and never calling me again! If you call me again, I'm getting a restraining order on you." I was pissed. No, correction to that. I'm furious that he's not taking my words seriously.
The doorbell rang, and I walked towards the door, revealing all the staff from the security company. There were 5 of them, and they gave me their biggest smile.
"Good afternoon, Ms.Morris. Mr.Nielsen sent us—"
"I'm actually on a call with Mr.Nielsen, and I'm not doing this. You can go home." I said bluntly, and they looked at each other before looking straight at me like they were begging to work.
"Sending them home will cost them their job. Let them in, Luna." He said in a serious tone.
"I told you that I-" Before I could say something, the staff warned me not to defy him. I looked at them, confused, and decided to let them go in.
"Good."
"After this, don't get involved again! Let's live like we never knew each other." I said confidently, hoping that he would stop trying to talk to you.
"What do you mean? We're just getting started, butterfly."
Luna MorrisI always thought living outside of London would take me a lot of time to adapt, but surprisingly I adjusted pretty fast. I love every single inch of it. The city, itself, is busy, and I find myself feeling more secure when there are a lot of people around.I love going around the city to find inspiration. After having lots of transitions from texture painting to regular one, I found it very calming to be able to do both. I thought it would be hard to find myself and my color here, but I'm surprisingly doing much better than when I was in London.The only concern that I have is the man who is standing in front of me.Clyde Nielsen.He's busy checking the cameras, and he brought in a new inspection team to make sure.When he came here 30 minutes ago, I was stunned to see him. He came unannounced and caught me off guard for being so incredibly handsome. He's wearing a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbow. It fit his muscular body perfectly, and I think it's a crime
Clyde NielsenEver since I was a kid, I have always thrived on routine and something familiar to me. I'm not too fond of changes. Changes scared me because of all the damage that came into my life caused by changes.After surrendering my title at 15, I had to move to America and start a new life here. I was struggling with many things and had no one to go to. I had no friends. I had no family. I had nothing.Leaving Denmark was easy, and it was something that I would never regret. I would never change a thing about it, but one thing that I would change was that I should have brought Luna with me, or maybe I should have rekindled our friendship.She's such a sunshine.After working so hard day and night and earning enough money, the first thing that I did was send people to find her. I hired four people in total to give me information about Luna. I don't fucking care if she labeled me a stalker once she knew that I did, but I can't help but do it."Can I ask you something?" She waved a
Luna Morris"I still can't believe that you're here!" Daisy clapped her hands proudly. I grabbed my shot glass, giving her a nod before inhaling the sting liquid.I closed my eyes, feeling the alcohol burning my throat. "I can't believe it either." You let out a long sigh. "It still feels like a dream."Daisy put down her shot glass, grabbed both of my hands and held it tightly like I was on the cliff's edge. "I'm so proud of you.""Me too.""Did you contact your grandparents?" She asked as she released her grip on my hands. You nodded at her and turned your head to the bartender, asking for another shot."I did.""What did they say?""That they will visit me next month and that they're hoping for me to make lots of new friends." The bartender put a new shot in front of me, my fingers reached for it, but Daisy stole it."Hey!""I'm the only friend you need, instead of making new friends. You should find a boyfriend." She wiggled her eyebrows and gave me a teasing look. Her eyes then s
Luna MorrisI opened my eyes after dreaming about a man with a dimple on his left cheek. Turning my head to check the clock and smiled, seeing that it was already 9 in the morning. I can hear the coffee machine outside, so it means Daisy is up and awake now.I got out of bed, opening the door like a mad woman, ready to rant everything to her."D, you won't believe— AAAAAAAA!" I screamed when I saw Clyde standing in my kitchen with a cup of coffee. He's looking at you like he owns the place. I even pinched myself to see if this was a dream or reality.Clyde Nielsen is standing in my kitchen with all his glory, still in his grey Armani suit, looking like a hot model ready for a photo shoot. His hair was messy compared to last night, but that's about it. He's still as handsome as I remembered."Where's Daisy?" I asked him in a careful tone as I walked toward my sofa. I don't want to make eye contact with him, he's intimidating, and last time, I remembered, our relationship ended tragical