Page 61 of Leveling

She needed him. He had been her safe harbor.

She wanted him, he had been her choice. Waterfolk didn’t get many choices, react, survive, and like Sky was doing, settle.

Luna had stripped off her yoga pants and introduced him to her spectacular awesome, and now the pain ripped through her core with every second that she remembered—

Without her brain being aware, Luna sat up, swung her legs to the ground, and took a deep breath. Then she stood.

It was time to rejoin the living. She was Waterfolk. She might be an empty shell, fragile, but she wasn’t a catastrophe. She needed to get supplies for her new—but first...

She appraised the room. The copy of Walden was still on the night stand, but books would never make it through the ocean, even with the best of intentions. She looked in the trunk at the end of the bed. There was a T-shirt there, forest green. She held it to her face and inhaled. It smelled of Beckett. She pulled it over her head and tied the bottom in a knot, tight around her waist. There was also a watch on the ground, half under the bed. She picked it up. It was silver, the clock face looked antique, valuable. She wound it up and held it to her ear, it ticked. She set the time. It also had teeny tiny words that spelled out, waterproof. She turned it over and it was engraved: G. S.

She put it on her wrist and twisted it a bit to fit. Okay, these were enough.

She strode across the tent, pushed the flap, and wearing her remembrances, stepped outside to pretend to be alive.

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