~ Doug Firebaugh
Monday, August 21st ~ Afternoon
The image of Aeval kept floating in front of Luna's eyes. It didn't seem to matter if they were opened or closed. She'd been able to sleep last night because of sheer exhaustion and the fact that Adrian had stayed the night with her. Lack of imagination had never been one of Luna's faults, but right now she wished it was.
Is she alive, dead or only wishing she was? Luna wondered as she closed her eyes and bit at her bottom lip. Glancing up at last, she headed back indoors from the balcony, closing the door softly behind her.