THE MOONSTONE

TWO : Dee's Diner

There are two kinds of people. One, who says that love is enough to keep them alive. The other, who says that only love isn't enough. They're the ones who usually relate money to happiness. But I have realized that both of the types of people are scientifically incorrect. The regular beating of heart is what keeps you alive. The lub-dub sound of heart, which is a proof that your heart is supplying oxygenated blood to every parts of your body is what keeps you alive. Neither love nor money can bring it back once the beat is gone. That's what happened to my father. I loved him a lot and we had plenty of money too but apparently these factors are nothing but futile when your heart decides to stop beating. The doctors said that there was nothing wrong with any other of his other body parts. It was The Riddle family's death all over again. Let me back up. Remember when Lord Voldemort popped in on his muggle father's house - 'The Shell Cottage' and Avada Kedavra-d the muggle side of his family? And people discovered that nothing else was wrong with the dead bodies except for the fact that their heart had simply stopped beating. That is what happened to my father's heart too. You might think that I am taking my father's demise way too lightly. That's not it. He was the only family I had. I grieved and grieved until I realized that forgetting was way easier than grieving. And writing of course. Anything that distracts you from the sorrow. Ignorance is bliss, isn't it?

I texted Dan, by the way. Another distraction, I suppose. He seemed really interesting and that's saying something considering I live in a town supposedly ruled by the moon and filled with supernatural beings.

I had texted him -

"7 O'Clock, Dee's Diner
                                   -Ana"

Him -

"Will be there. v••v
                            -Dan"

Me-

"If that's supposed to be a vampire canine, it's very lame.
                  -A"

Him -

"I guess you figured out that I'm not very artistic. You should give me points for trying though."

Me -

"I'll give you your final scores at 7 tonight then."

Him -

"Counting on it."

•••

You know what makes a hot guy even hotter to me? Keep your heads out of the gutter. It's grammar. You might call me annoying or roll your eyes at me but I like my men with good grammar. Is that too much to ask? My love life has been pretty much non-existent. The longest relationship I had was for 8 months which was in high school. I dated many guys and a couple of girls in college but things didn't get serious with anyone.

•••

I see Dan entering the diner. He is wearing a black shirt with sleeves folded on his elbow and dark jeans. The black attire only brightens the grayness of his eyes. He looks like he is in his early twenties but there's something so mature, like he's experienced so many things, about him. Shelby sees me looking at Dan who's getting escorted to a table by a smiling hostess.

"That's your date?" she asks with a raised eyebrow. I wish I could do that too.

"If you call this a date, then yeah," I say and look at my clothes after taking off my apron. The uniform of Dee's is really cute actually. It's a plain black top with a cute, little skirt that reaches a little above my knees. There's a little, cursive "D's" written on the left side of the top.