Running [h.s.]

thirty | harry + luna

How am I at 30 chapters already. Holy moly.

"Do you remember the night the moon dropped from the sky?

And we ran through the forest to find where it lie,

I was tripping on tree roots and slipping on snow,

You were holding my hand saying not to let go,

When we found it at last there were twigs in our hair,

A rose on our cheeks and our breath in the air,

And the words to describe it got caught in our throats,

As its silver light danced through the threads of our coats,

We knew that our eyes had not seen such a view,

You were looking at it, I was looking at you.

- e.h."

I read the poem framed on her wall over and over again as I lie in her bed, unable to move to see anything else. My arm is trapped under her sleeping body, and I want to cherish this peaceful moment with her. Her hair is pooled above her head like a halo, proving once again that she is an angel, a gift from the heavens above. I am honored to receive such a gift, and I swear up and down that I will take good care of her.

Luna. La lune. My moon.

I watch my sweet angel as she drools on her pillow, an adorably innocent sight. She is breathtaking, and has captivated me wholly: mind, body, and soul. I look over at her small alarm clock in the dark room. It's three in the morning, and I am wide awake.

I can't stop thinking about Luna and her past. I can see how sad she is, and I've heard from Tyler and Lucas that she went through something traumatic, and I want to know what happened to my sweet Luna. Was it her father? Did something happen to him in prison?