Forever Luna

Mistake

noun ~ an action or judgment that is misguided or wrong

POLLUX

I was tying my hair back haphazardly when heavy footsteps caught my attention. A tall man was walking down the street with a purpose. Dressed in a tan suit, he had the blazer hanging from his forearm. His hair was dark, his nose sharp and his eyes hidden beneath sunglasses as he spoke on the phone and battled the wind.

I expected him to keep walking, assuming he was one of the many people that visited Arleybay to work in 'serenity'. But he didn't. He stopped outside the coffee shop, and my chest tightened when the bell chimed. Even from a few hundred yards away, I could see the clarity of Lilith's expression as she greeted the male.

My eyes strained for conversation, unsure if I wanted to truly listen. When she smiled up at the male, I knew I should keep it to myself. He hung up his phone call and bent down to kiss her softly. Lilith blushed, mumbling something to him before waving to the person inside the café.

My jaw tensed as they walked up the street, Lilith's laughter light as they battled the breeze that pushed them backward. I couldn't help but stare as she clung to his side, her feminine clothes and wild hair a sharp contrast to the woman I thought she was.

I would leave right here and now, get my stuff and run. I'd be safer, I'd be saner. But I couldn't move. Why was I glued? I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to watch two strangers walk up the street and kiss.

I didn't.

But then they were parallel enough that I could see the harsh redness to Lilith's cheek as the wind made her eyes water. I spotted the smudged make-up, her fingers revealing the freckles that lay beneath. She blinked, grinning up at the male she clung to. The same chipped tooth glinted back at me as she giggled, the sound as light and warm as it always was.

The two strangers suddenly stopped, just as much as my heart did when Lilith's eyes locked onto mine. Her lips parted, her hands clutching the man beside her.

"Babe, are you alright?" He asked, his voice deep.

Lilith blinked, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. She looked up at the male beside her, muttering something I didn't care to listen to. His eyebrows furrowed before he looked my way, too. Then he shrugged, and she stepped away from him. I tensed as she crossed the street, nervously looking around.

Fuck, I should get up.

I should leave.

I was about to do just that, turning to grab my phone from the bench, but her voice startled me.

"Pollux?"

I kept walking, pretending I didn't hear her.

That wasn't Clover.

I wasn't Pollux.

I wasn't here.

I shouldn't be here.

My chest was tight, my head pounding from my gift, desperately wanting to read the situation. It was curious, if not irritated, as the human's footsteps crept closer.

"Excuse me!" She huffed. "I was talking to you!"

Her hand wrapped around my wrist, and I tensed, faltering in my steps. It was warm through the fabric of my jacket, daintier than before. I turned, glancing down at where she held onto my arm. They were thinner, with a light pink polish on her nails.

"Can I help you?" I murmured.

She exhaled, her eyes scanning my face. I still had my sunglasses, the dark tint protecting my eyes. But if this really was Clover, they would recognise me. Clover knew my every scar, crevice, and curve. Clover would recognise me in a balaclava.