{Camila Cabello}
When I thought about it, I blamed myself for everything. Every twisted moment from Laurens crazed rampage to Normanis death. For the packs even though there is peace now. I blamed myself for loving Dinah. I remember the day she was assigned. The day I fell in love with her.
Instantly I knew she was different. Her hair wasnt combed, or at least didnt look that way, and instead of colorful eyes hers were a deep set brown. When I looked into them I remember feeling a jolt go through my fingers. I remember seeing fires and death and red.
But I saw myself. And I saw another red. A kind of red that meant love. And a red that meant blood. So when I caught her patrolling or anything Id watch. Id watch in fasination as she moved with a tough elegancy only she pulled off.
I fell in love the way Hazel Grace did. The way you fall asleep. Slowly, then all at once. And I remember feeling that growing pit of love. And feeling the knife on my back. And feeling the air roaring in my ears when we ran together.
Now thats what we did. We ran together. Dinah Jane was the same as I remembered her those years back. It was hard to believe its been a year. A year since her sacrifice. She looked me in the eyes and Ive never seen her cry so hard. I felt the leaves and trees and flowers surround us, so they might block out everything. Block the pain.
Pain demands to be felt.
Something a wise author once wrote. But he was a serial killer just like Lauren.
Whenever my mind wandered it was to her. The green eyes capturing me in more than one nightmare. But everytime I woke up to Dinahs arms. She held me close and she warded thed reams away.
This time, when I look at her, I have no shame. I feel nothing but joy, and happiness and love. Ive moved on from the blame. Ive become someone new. And she has too. I feel my heart beat, and hear hers beat with it.
She glides to me. Her wedding dress not nearly as pretty as her. I remember watching her almost marry Lauren. I remember how she is mine. She is my mate. And nothing. Not even Lauren Jauregui or the fires of Avalon, will change it.
Dinah moves my hair from my eyes. We both wear dresses. White and green. Green for my kingdom. They could try to stop us. But we would run. And it wouldnt matter. Dinahs dress drops down to about her knees. A familiar leather jacket and her hair down.
But in her eyes I can see myself. With my gown of white and pearls. She has matching one on. I hear her voice. Nothing else. And its two simple words.
"I do."
That day we ran. We ran for miles and hours and we didnt care where we were going. We never looked back. Not once. But maybe if we had we wouldve known what we did. Because behind us the body fell to the ground. Allys body. She had agreed to wed us.
And her life was taken that day. Maybe if we looked back we wouldve known. But we didnt. And maybe we wouldve see the emeralds peeking out. The pale skin and the blood red amor on. I think we wouldve scared ourselves. But it didnt matter.
I held Dinahs hand as we walked the beach. Kissing over and over and over. Maybe if I hadnt been so stupid I wouldve noticed her heart racing out of control. So close to a heat attack or stopping all together.
When I laid down next to her in the sand I heard the faint music.
When you look up, what do you see?
The blue of the sky of what might be?
Or the darkness of what will never be?
Do you see me?
The voice wasnt Dinahs. And she couldnt hear it. But the raspy voice belonged to one girl. And I wasnt just ready to meet her again.
So I ignored it. I snuggled into Dinah and she curled around me protectively. Her heart hammering against my back.
"My Luna."
*END OF THE BOOK*
