Page 15 of Our Moon
Promises made.
Under our moon,
A love I wish had stayed.
I’m left here missing you,
And no one understands.
The pain I feel every day,
It’s all in someone else’s hands.
Under our moon,
Promises made.
Under our moon,
A love I wish had stayed.
Baby, come back to me,
And happy we will be.
Baby, please,
Please just find your way,
Until then, forever yours I will stay.
He doesn’t hide the emotion in his eyes when he looks up at me as he finishes the song, the song that he sang like a plea. The man is clearly in pain, so I can tell there’s truth behind the lyrics. Whoever this woman is, I’m not so sure she deserves him, if she left him like the song clearly insinuates. I want to know everything about this song, but I don’t have the heart to ask him to open wounds that are obviously still so fresh.
He looks at me for another moment before nodding once, getting up, and walking off. I sit there, stunned at his abrupt departure, watching his retreating form, before lying back on the chaise and looking up at the night sky again.
For some reason, the moon looks different than it did a few moments ago.
Chapter Seven
Trevor worked some magic with The Art Institute, and I’m able to begin classes in the fall term, which is beginning in just a few weeks. Evie and I have a shopping trip planned this weekend so I can get a ‘back to school’ wardrobe. I’m looking forward to having some girl time with her. The guys were right; Evie and I get along great. But with her job--she’s a photographer--we don’t get to hang out that often. That’s okay with me because when we do get together it’s more of a treat.
I’m sitting on the comfy couch in the living room reading ahead in one of my text books when the doorbell rings. This has sort of become my room, like the boys have theirman room. I save my place in the book and make my way through the foyer to the front door. Peeking through the peephole, I see it’s Chase. Well, that’s odd. He usually comes right in.
“What’s up?” I ask as I open the door. He seems nervous, shuffling from one foot to the other.
“I, uh, I was just wondering what you were up to.” He’s looking down, not making eye contact. He has always come off as a little shy to me, but he’s usually a bit more confident than this.
I tilt my head to the side, trying to figure him out. “I’m just reading,” I tell him. “Want to come in?”
“Yeah,” he says. I pull the door open wider, and he steps past me into the house. “What are you reading?”
“Just a little bit of my textbook for class.” I close the front door and walk back to the living room. I can hear his quiet footsteps behind me. I get a secret thrill knowing he’s following me, and that he came over here for me in the first place. I do a quick check of my attire as I walk. Denim cut-offs, pink tank top, bra, all clean. Good. I take a seat on the couch and gesture for him to sit beside me.
“I’m not interrupting you, am I?” he asks as he sits down awkwardly.
“No, I could probably use a break anyway. If I keep going, I’ll be the only dork in my class who finished the book before classes even begin.” I laugh a little at my own awkwardness.
“You’re not a dork,” he says quietly, still not making eye contact.
