The bell had rung a few minutes ago, and the students Hayley had been tutoring had already rushed out the door, so the young Moroi took the opportunity to sit there for a few minutes, giving herself no longer than maybe five minutes before she gathered up her stuff so she could leave the library; but as she heard someone approach, she stopped what she was doing and looked up. “Can I help you?”
Luna didn’t say anything to the Moroi who had spoken. She wasn’t even supposed to be in the school. She was supposed to be back in her room recovering. Instead of running off she just stared at her, trying to remember why she recognized her. She bit her lip playing with her dark hair and turning to look outside.
"No, you look familiar is all," she whispered, now wishing she had stayed in her suite.
He closed his eyes at the feel of her lips on his forehead, letting out a long sigh. “I wish I could fix everything,” Louis muttered helplessly, nuzzling his head against her chest. “But I know I can’t. And it makes me feel useless,” he admitted with a tone of disappointment. His arm remained wrapped around her tightly, wanting to keep her by him forever.
"Is that why you’ve been self-destructive?" she asked quietly, running her fingers through his hair, "You can’t fix what happened, but you can fix your mindset, Lou. We can decide to be better people, to appreciate this second chance. I love you, Louis, and as long as you’re by my side I can do anything. Don’t ever leave me alone again. I need you." She kissed his forehead again, just wanting to lay with him.
In comfortable silence, Louis walked his wife to his room and placed her gently on the bed, still afraid that she might shatter within his grasp. He rested beside Luna, wrapping an arm around her and placing his head on her chest, letting out a shaky breath of both comfort and sorrow. “I’m so so so sorry,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “I’m really sorry, Lune.”
Luna’s arms went around him instantly, her fingers combing through his hair. She kissed his forehead before resting her chin on the top of his head.
"I’m sorry, too," she whispered, "I’m sorry this happened to us, sweetheart. But, I’m so happy I’m here with you. And that matters more to me than anything we did right or wrong."
Louis looked up at her and smiled, an eerie glint to the way the expression spread over his features. “We should go and get some sleep,” he whispered, scooping the brunette up into his arms and pressing a butterfly kiss to her arm.
She pushed his hair back out of his eyes, smiling down at him, pressing her lips to his forehead. She nodded, “Okay.” She cuddled close when he picked her up, happy just to be close to him.
My father always said, ‘Never trust anyone whose TV is bigger than their book shelf’ - so I make sure I read.