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Luna's POV
Being too careful with my steps, I failed to notice the flower pot on the corner which resulted on me tripping, my face almost planting on the cold ground, if I wasn't able to pin my hands in front.
I looked up to see my aunt shaking her head in disapproval while Devon was looking at me, confused and startled at the same time.
"Hello!" I shyly greeted as I raised my hand to cover my embarrassment.
Great, Luna. Smooth, real smooth.
I quickly sat on the far corner of the room as my Aunt and Devon continued their session.
A sigh escaped my lips after remembering how Devon almost didn't acknowledge my presence.
I resist the urge from crying as I listen to their session.
It has been a week since I last saw him or even talked to him.
Jiro had been visiting me often and asking me what happened nor what the problem is. But how can I answer him when I don't even know myself.
Sylver and Joshua oppa even visited me one night looking for answers. Apparently, Devon kept on insisting that nothing is wrong between the two of us.
I didn't want to but I cried in front of the two.
Somehow, I felt it more okay to cry to them rather than Jiro because I'm afraid what he'll do to Devon once he sees my devastated state.
I'm tired trying to think what I did wrong. We were actually fine the last time we were together. He was even sweet to me.
I played the hem of my shirt when I felt a pair of eyes were staring at me. I looked up and caught him eyeing my appearance and I swear I saw a glint of guilt flashed through his eyes.
It was clear that he was startled and somehow, my heart found hope after I saw a slight reaction showing on his face.
"I called Luna to accompany you today for your last task. I mean, it will be greater to have someone with you for this especially since you two are together, right?" I glanced at his direction and I swear he looked a little guilty while talking with my aunt.
"Go, the two of you before the daylight ends." my Aunt says before she went out of the room, me still sitting at the far corner of the room, frozen, not knowing what to do.
It feels awkward.
I looked up and saw his face.
How can he still look so fucking good when here I am looking like a complete mess because of what's happening between us?
He hesitantly moved towards my direction.
I can't help it but I'm sure hurt flashed through my face.
"Really? Is it that hard to come closer to me?" I told him, unable to hide the hurt and disappointment in my voice.
Why is he doing this to me?
He looked at me with a painful expression written all over his beautiful face.
No matter how much I am hurting right now, my heart still clenched at the sight of him being in pain.
Why does he look like he's having a hard time when he's the one doing these things to me?
I hope he knows how I am fighting the urge to run and hug him real tight right now but my body can't.
The thought of being rejected face front scares me.
I may be a daredevil and I normally finds excitements over something dangerous but then I realize how love is more dangerous than jumping on a cliff.
At least with that, when I do, I am somehow assured because I can pull the parachute anytime. Unlike now, I don't even have any idea if I need to stop or if I can go and move forward.
"Luna..." his deep voice resonated within the room.
My eyes closed at the sound of his wonderful voice.
Fuck.
God knows how I've been dying to hear that voice these past few days.
Before I knew it, tears started streaming down my face and his eyes went wide open at the sight of me.
He slowly moved towards me, his hands lifted in the air, unsure if he should touch me or not.
"Why?" my voice hoarse, I felt my throat hurt as I try to stop my emotions from getting the best of me.
In a heartbeat, I felt his hands pulled me into a hug and I swear I heard the sound of him sobbing.
Is he hurting the same way that I am?
Or is it because he really doesn't want to see me ever?
"I'm sorry..." he muttered and I can feel his voice is strained. It feels like he's having a hard time.
I closed my eyes as savor the moment of being wrapped around his arms.
I felt his arms moved, hugging me tighter, his face moved closer at the crook of my neck.
Why do I have this feeling that this will be the last time that we will be staying like this?
Is this your way of saying goodbye Kim Devon?

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    PalamingMarlito

    very good story 👏👏👏

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    TalaveraNeil

    nice

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    Jesus Gonzales

    Paano pang-video call sa ano kung pwedeng pwede makapag-ano ng jowa

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