Chapter 6: Journaling about Luna

That night, I sat on the bed, fondling Phoenix’s fur. The creature has a special aura around it. From its black gleaming eyes to its innocent look, everything was simply special about it.

“Phoenix?” I called. “Do you know why I named you Phoenix?” I asked and it made a meow sound. I bet it didn’t know. “I will tell you. I named you Phoenix because if by chance you ever leave me, you will come back for me. Phoenixes don’t die once, they will always be back,” I said sadly. Phoenix was listening to my emotional expression. It simply kept its gaze on me, looking maybe sad or concerned. I sighed. “You know, Phoenix, my sister left me. She never came to my rescue like she used to. With each passing day, I wish she could come back for my sake. Crescent moons do reappear, right? I still hope Luna emerges like a wildflower and come in search of me,” I poured out and sighed. Phoenix didn’t meow this time. It sounded like “aww!” I held it close to myself while still massaging its soothing fur.

The following day, I freshened up. I dressed up in a short beige gown. I let my hair fall in a short wave to my back. I heated my hair to a wavy style last night. I wanted to look different, maybe more attractive. I clipped a butterfly hair clip to the side of my hair. I did light makeup, accentuating my rosy lips with a natural lip balm. I placed a small arched band on Phoenix’s head. We got to look our best today. I carried Phoenix in my arms as we descended the staircase. I simply couldn’t wait for Emiliano’s persuading compliment. As we reached the living room, I could see no sign of him. We went on to the kitchen, he wasn’t there. Breakfast was served on the dining table. I wondered where he went this early. I opened the food. The aroma was welcoming. My stomach was already growling for the meal. I wanted as much as sit to eat but I couldn’t. I got to look for Emiliano. I headed upstairs to his room with Phoenix still clung in the crook of my arms. I have never entered his room. I only knew that was his room. I took each step with hesitation. Was he sleeping? He has prepared breakfast already. He wasn’t a heavy sleeper. Sometimes I wonder if he sleeps at all. A few nights I will wake up to get water only to still see him in the living room focused on his computer.

“Why aren’t you sleeping yet?” I had asked once.

He looked at me with his usual captivating smile. “I got to finish this on time for a client,” he responded.

“It’s late, you should rest,” I told him while walking to the kitchen.

“I will soon,” he accepted.

The following morning, he was still the first to wake up. I always wonder how he manages to do that all over again. As my hand went on the door handle to open it, I took a deep breath. We entered the room. Wow! Awesome! I found myself exclaiming from within with a gaped mouth. The bed was spacious, his curtains were beautiful, and he got lots of gadgets. A standing mirror, a wooden closet, a small books clustered shelf, and ancient picturesque paintings. The painting of a golden falcon almost contained a whole wall. It seems real. When I first looked at it, I gasped. It seems the falcon was staring at me. Phoenix kept on meowing. I put Phoenix down. The room attracted me to the point that I forgot why I was there. I began touching the books. “The Wandering Falcon” I read it in my mind as I took out the book from the shelf. I opened the first page and then flipped through the pages. I would love to read this book. I put the book back on the shelf. I moved closer to the bed with my hand feeling the mattress. On the nightstand was a lamp, a bind of sticky paper, and a pen. I drew out the drawer and I saw a journal. A terracotta-colored journal with a russet bind around it. I opened the journal. “SACRED” was boldly written on the first page. What does that mean? I opened the next page. “LUNA” covered the whole page. My stomach was flustered. Does he know Luna? Why does Luna’s name have to appear and that too, super boldly written? I flipped through the next page.

“My Luna is beautiful.”

“My Luna was from seventh heaven.”

“My Luna drew the eye heavens bound.”

“My Luna is translucent.”

“My Luna appears more lucid.”

“My Luna will emerge like a sprouting seed.”

“She will fill my world with more joy than I needed. She will be back.”

What is all this writing about Luna? Who was Luna to Emiliano? My head spun with these questions. I flipped to the next page.

“My Luna is a wildflower.”

“My Luna sparks to emerge.”

“My Luna, my Luna will be back for me.”

What has Luna gotten to do with anything? What was Emiliano hiding? I flipped through the remaining pages. All was about Luna. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. A hand came on my shoulder. I gasped. My heart was banging the wall of my chest to come out. My breath hitched as I slowly turned around to face the red-eyed Emiliano. If I was made to choose, I wouldn’t ever wish to see the opposite eyes of his. I was sweating, my legs wobbled, and my hands clung to the journal.

“Don’t ever touch this!” he said loudly, trying to calm his voice along the way. I inhaled sharply. He closed his eyes sharply and opened them. “Go!” he said calmly. Where should I go? “I said go!” he yelled. I shuddered fearfully. I scuttled past him with the journal falling off my hands. Phoenix came after me. I was in tears, I couldn’t wail. I cried inwardly. What was happening? Why was he different today? What was about the journal that got him so furious? Besides, where am I going? Which city am I? Am I still in Venice or around a wonderland? I could hear the splitters of broken glass as I ran out. Emiliano jerked up the lamp and smashed it on the floor. He threw each glass cup he laid his hand on at the wall, splattering each piece to the floor. He was furiously yelling. He began punching the wall, and his clenched fist bled. His blood covered some parts of the room tiles. Why was he demonstrating such anger?

AUTHOR’S NOTE ❤️

Wow! Hi, my beautiful readers. Hope you are having a good time reading my piece. Was Emiliano honestly hiding something about Luna? Does he know her? What do you think? Let’s find out in the next chapter. Let’s go!