Lunar's Eclipse || Wattys 2019

Epilogue 1. Preparing

LUNAR'S P.O.V

I watch the two candles as they burn and melt beyond half of their height and I sigh.

Maybe I should light another one.

Again?

It was time to accept it. Nathan was going to miss our anniversary dinner....for the second time.

Wednesday last week was the actual date for the anniversary but he had this huge, important meeting about his restaurant and some sponsors and totally missed it.

I sigh and draw invisible circles on the table as I remember waiting in the restaurant that I had made the reservation.
Waiting.
And waiting.
Waiting.
Until I had almost emptied an entire bottle and they had to close.

I think of Nathan's face filled with remorse when he came back. How he had apologised and promised to make it up to me.

I had tried not to blame him. His restaurant had kicked off right after he won the award for the Youngest Successfully Entrepreneur and it had franchises now in over 20 states.

It wasn't exactly his fault.

But he had promised to clear his schedule this evening.
For us.
We were lacking quality time and I'm beginning to feel like a lovesick puppy.

Personally, my career wasn't demanding so I couldn't say I completely understand. Being an author of psychology books had it's moments...but it wasn't as serious as Nathan's considering he was the CEO of a seriously, developing business.

I watch the clock as the ticking fills the silence of the dining room.

11:48 pm.

Sighing, I gather the rest of the candles and put them back in the drawer. Then I kick of my shoes as I sit back down on the chair.

The food was already cold, and I lost appetite the minute I knew he wasn't coming.

Why eat dinner alone?

Could it get sadder than that?

I force away the tears that threaten to cloud my eyes as I fold my arms on the table and rest my head on it.

At least I know he isn't doing it on purpose.

He wouldn't.

Right?

The candlelight dims as one of the candles reaches its end and goes off, leaving the second candle that was already dwarfed to light the room.

I can't light another.

Won't light another.

I'd lit six already....he wasn't going to come.

Sleep threatens to shut my heavy eyelids but I force them open, focusing on the door leading to the living room.

Come on Nathan.

Walk through that door.

Please.

But it was hopeless.

NATHAN'S P.O.V

By the time I hastily park outside our penthouse apartment, it's 12:30.

The lights are turned off and I know I'm more than late.
The bloody emergencies had taken up all my time.
A kitchen burning, a customer having food poisoning.....And it was by luck we didn't face any charges at all.