THE LUNAR ECLIPSE

CHAPTER TWO

The time of my rendezvous was approaching.

Worry made my heart pound, and my hand trembled as I stepped into my apartment and quietly closed the door. The moonlight shone through the windows, illuminating half of the apartment. My thoughts drifted to a few hours back, and my heart calmed down. A chuckle escaped my lips as I recalled how my dramatic inclination caused me to misidentify a dog as a banshee. I need to stop reading Harry Potter; I stepped into my bedroom. Outside the window, snow fell obliquely against lamplight as I stripped off my heavy winter coat and gloves. My palms were sweating. A wave of relief rushed over me, but my intellect and heart were still at odds.

Slumping down on the blue couch, I thought about how, despite all odds, I had managed to achieve all that I had desired. I didn't have a particularly tough upbringing. My life was fairly conventional growing up as the only child of two psychologists, Nicholas, and Charlotte Martinez.

Nicolas Martinez is your typical doctor with caramel blonde hair that sits perfectly on his well-sculptured face, eyes that resemble the beautiful ocean, well-built, 6ft, and overall, a good-looking man. Charlotte Martinez, an ambitious woman with gorgeous forest green eyes and brunette hair that cascades down her shoulder, is the woman I most resemble. My mother may appear to be your normal best friend who keeps your deepest darkest secrets hidden deep in her heart, but she's not someone to mess with. Giana likes my mother, which is surprising given that she doesn't like many people. Not to mention how my mother treats Zac like her own child. Zac came out to my mother first because he felt comfortable with her, and she helped him face his fear.

Even though its the 21st century and the world is progressing, there are still some people who are sensitive about same-sex marriage. It's worth noting that there are homophobes in our society. Mrs. Samuels was okay with her son being gay and she was very supportive of Zac, but the same couldnt be said for Mr. Samuels as he didnt take the news of Zac coming out very lightly. For two years, Zac refused to speak to his father, and Mr. Samuels had to eventually accept Zac's sexuality for the sake of his son's happiness.

I, Aria Martinez, on the other hand, have my mother's eyes and her lovely Brunette hair. Most people assumed I would follow in my parents' footsteps and become a psychologist, but I had other ideas. I majored in arts because I enjoy painting. Sophia Martinez, my late grandma, left me with one of her best attributes, baking. She taught me how to bake, and now I have opened my café, screamin' beans. I wouldn't call my snacks average because they are the most delectable delicacies anyone has ever tasted. My parents have my back and have never forced me against my will; I may be a privileged child, but I am not one of those usual affluent children who get whatever they want.

A leafless branch whipping against the window sill derailed my train of thoughts. As the hour hand struck 12, my gaze fell on the wall clock. I quickly peeled off my clothing and took a pleasant shower, before hopping into bed. Looking out the window at the gorgeous moonlight makes me question, what is missing from my life; A perfect family, two amazing best friends, and a stable career. I suppose the missing piece is a person with whom I can spend my entire life. Someone who I can confide in, Im not looking for a prince-charming like those main characters in romantic novels. I want someone who is compatible with me, someone who enjoys my company and a person who wont judge me for my mistakes and will support me through all the difficulties in life. With these thoughts evading my mind I feel my eyes starting to droop, slowly my gaze drops as I fall into a relaxing slumber.