My Only Luna

ey's

de of blue that makes the ocean pale before his reflection, and the tousled jet black hair that danced against his face. Owen has full lips, and that

st try to make it work for us?" I begged him, but he let out only a sigh, ha

s of his jeans. His white shirt sleeves were rolled up, as I recall, and the path of blue veins showed clearly on his toned

e than his lover, I was his confidant, his best friend. We'd told eac

nts from hurting me deeply. And that

uld be able to hear us. My eyes filled with tears at that moment. I wanted to hit him, and at the same time, all I

" he apologized aga

so important to you, I accept it. Bu

thought of myself as someone who had to grovel before him, but in t

en. You and me. It's best that fr

he time, he didn't need to. By then, everythin

en able to forget it, and honestly, not a single day had gone by that I ha

k. Owen and I have known each other since we were just kids, as we both belong to the

ical creatures that populate their folklore and tales, but we do know about them. We know

d more peaceful and balanced lives. And yes, I know that not all humans are bad; likewise, not all wolv

inherit his place. When the time came and Owen's wolf was strong enough, his father w

few days after Owen's birthday. As a result, he has now taken the position

p each other, and in truth, Owen never looked at me as if I was more important than I was. I must say, in all honesty, that I loved him from the second I met him whe

ationship for life. That didn't stop me, all in all, from fighting for him, for our love, because I know he loved me. But Owen le

are not going as well as we had hoped, and I know that, although Owen has all the cards in his favor to

ile

to snap me out of my reverie, and soon I am ramm

k. I squeeze her tightly as I laugh and look at her. She's still as beautiful as ever, w

, but I'm here now!"

y. My father, Phil, is preparing a huge feast for tonight, as apparently there w

ongings into the back seat and she starts the car, as the breeze, which a

s so much," I

at me and I smile. My skin is naturally tanned. It is a nice light chocol

to fix that

st, we have to fix you up. You're not goin

ht," I make it clear, and I shut up what I alr

of course

is the best idea­­­-" I start to s

sees you. Let him know what he lost and regret letting go of the best, most amazing girl in the whole wo

eager to put closure on all of this. Or perhaps, to ask for a rematch. And I know she's

he does so herself. "Make me look

s she turns up the volume of the music, whose c

ugh, however, to sil