Chapter 58. Vomit

Luna's POV

I didn't go to his bar that night but instead went directly to his room. I don't want to be wounded by his every cry, even if I shouldn't. I should be the one sobbing, and he should be the one feeling sorry for it, but someone is pressing me and saying — right, and he should feel sorry for it. I wish to address numerous questions, such as why are you devastated when I should be? There are many questions, but it appears to be taking me on a stroll through the jungle with many various sorts of critters.

When I fell asleep in his warm and comfy bed, I didn't look at the clock; all I knew was that his arms were already wrapped around me, like if he didn't want to let me go even when the morning arrived. I just lie there, wrapped in a thick blanket, staring at his deep eyes, which still don't appear to have slept until now.

When he opened his eyes, little drops of tears fell on the side of his eye. It wasn't too early, maybe four o'clock in t