The Devil represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters.
I gasped for breath, fumbling my way through the streets and desperately trying to unlock the door. It swung open with a loud creak, and I collapsed forward into the hallway, landing straight in Moon's arms.
"Woah, woah, woah. You have too much to drink there, buddy?" he teased, pulling me close.
I shoved him off of me and started hyperventilating, my eyes huge. Moon immediately picked up on this and placed a hand on my shoulder, sinking to the floor with me.
"H-hey, are you alright?" he stammered.
I stared at him, my eyes huge, and managed to utter words. "I-" I started, but tears started violently fighting their way out of my eyes.
Moon bit his lip and held out his hands, offering me a hug. I paused, my lips slightly open, before plunging into his warm arms.
"She's alive, Moon. She was alive this whole time and I didn't know.." I sobbed, burying my face into his neck.
He tensed, and his breathing sped up. "I'm sorry, Mordred," he whispered.
I withdrew from his arms, my eyes wide. I stared into his, and saw something akin to... pity?
"You don't believe me," I whispered, horrified.
Moon looked away, biting his lip. "I don't know, Mordred. It's been five years. I saw her..." He trailed off, then covered his mouth.
I fumble for words, trying desperately to convince her. "Ginny, she- she called her adoptive daughter on the phone. Her name was Jasmine. She had green eyes. She came from the Stone Creek Fire. She's sixteen." I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to maintain my composure.
Moon stared at me. "Jasmine isn't exactly an uncommon name, Mordred," he managed.
I stared at him wide-eyed, little pieces of my soul falling away at his reaction. "She's alive. I know it," I whispered.
Moon gave me a sidelong glance, his hand covering the majority of his face. "I don't want you to get your hopes up, Mor," he whispered back, his dark eyes glimmering with the neon light pouring through the blinds.
I stood up. "Why can't you just... let me be happy?" I cried. He started crying, too.
"Mordred... I'm trying. I just want to make sure you're okay," he sobbed.
I felt a prick of anger push me, yank words out of my mouth that weren't mine.
"Well, you're not trying hard enough!" I practically screamed, the commotion making Skylar appear.
"What's going on?" Skylar asked sleepily, rubbing at her eyes.
I gave her a furious look, throwing my hands up. "Jasmine's alive."
She raised her eyebrows, her jaw going slack. "A-are you serious?" she stammered, her blue eyes huge.
I nodded. "And Moon thinks he's helping by telling me I'm wrong. He's always telling me I'm wrong, aren't you?" My gaze focused back on Moon, who was hunched over on the stairs, his head in his hands.
Skylar opened her mouth, then closed it again. I glared at her.
"Can't you tell I'm just trying my best?" Moon muttered.
I whipped my head around to glare at him, too, but bloodshot navy eyes stared at me in complete fury.
"Are you kidding me? All you ever do is try and-"
