Seven

- What? - Luna asked. James paled.

- What? - he answered. Even he seemed surprised at his sudden confession.

He had a strange look on his face. I couldn't decipher what he was feeling, if he regretted saying the last thing or if he was waiting for an answer.

- James...

- I'm sorry. - He said upset. His look was nervous. He shoved one hand into his left pocket while the other he used to awkwardly ruffle his hair.

- Why? - Luna asked confused.

Why was he apologizing to her? Those words had been the most beautiful words she had heard all month.

- I'm confusing you, I know. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

- Then stop doing it. - she replied firmly.

- How am I supposed to do that? - he uttered in an almost inaudible whisper.

- By making up your mind for once.

He didn't answer. He threatened to leave, and Luna felt her heart break again. Was he going to tell her he loved her and then leave? She was about to close the door, when she saw James was about to speak.

- I think I've already done it.