‘Are you ready to stop pouting and actually go talk to her?’His tone reminds me of a teacher talking to their student.
‘I don’t want to push her into talking,’ I respond.
‘Okay, fair.You are not helping anything by being here either.Will you please go back home and give yourself time to process things?’He is moments away from grabbing me and walking me home.
‘Okay, I will.And, thanks for the milkshake.’I stand from my chair and put my laptop into my bag.
‘I got you, Coop.’
I walk back home; my mind still riddled with questions about Luna.Once I reach my doorstep, I look down to pull my keys from my pocket, but my eye catches on the envelope lying on my doormat, addressed to me.I pick it up warily, wait until I unlock the door and get inside, then open it.
I get the knife from the kitchen and swipe through the seam of the envelope.I unfold the letter and immediately recognise the handwriting.
Hi Cooper,
I am sorry for running away from you multiple times.I was running away from a lot of things internally, and I had to come to terms with them.
The truth is, I still love you, of course I do.I don’t think that was ever a question.You were the first person to make me feel seen and loved and gave me space to slowly open up, after Apollo’s death.Even in these two days we interacted (after seven years of not talking), you have made me feel safe and understood.I was furious at you, thinking that it was easy for you to let go of me, but now I understand that it was a choice that you believed had to be made.I don’t want to deny the fact that your choice caused me pain, but I can find it in my heart to forgive you.
Why is why I can’t do this in person.But I can’t go without telling you either.I am leaving tomorrow for my mission.I am scared out of my mind, but maybe I can find comfort in the fact that you will watch over me from your balcony.
Thank you for showing me the painting, Cooper.It was cosmic.I will always be proud of you and will root for you to become more famous and for more people to love and cherish your work, as I do.
I will always think of you.
With love,
Luna<3
My brain runs a million miles an hour; emotions overwhelm me.I grab my car keys, lock the door behind me and run down the stairs.My phone almost slips out of my hand as my finger rapidly clicks the buttons to call Luna’s Dad.I need to find her before it’s too late.
28
Luna
Iwoke up this morningand wanted to fix everything, or at least leave it in the best possible terms.I wrote a letter to Cooper letting him know about my feelings on everything and dropped it off at his house, hoping that he wouldn’t be at home so that I wouldn’t have to see him.Seeing him would crack my heart further because I would have to leave him again when I am at the highest point of my feelings for him.Thankfully, he wasn’t home.
