the moon [h.s.] - EDITING

seventy-nine.

For the longest time, we lost ourselves in the art of sex. The undeniable passion and chemistry were there, yet the crisp fear of being undeserving of love had chased the both of us. Trepidation and the belief of inevitable doom. I couldn't shake it as much as I tried to. When I first met her, she was a temptress in my eyes. She seduced me at first glance and I surrendered. After that, the only thing I seemed to know about her for a while was her body. I knew how to give her an orgasm before I knew her favorite song. Though, it was fine. Eventually, it's as if I ate my way up to her heart. I wouldn't do things differently because now we're thriving. She's got my devotion no matter the hurt she puts me through.

There's a fine line between having a little love than having none at all, I think. Having a bit of Luna was definitely better than not having her at all. I know that now. Even if she had left for a very long time... even if she never returned my calls and had broken up with me for good, at least I had her. At least, I still have her.

We'll be a fine line. We'll be alright.

Harry holds onto his journal. He spent the entire flight to New York City immersing himself into his writing. It's been a while since Harry has written something personal in his roughed up leather journal. A long while. He flipped past the written pages over his first heartbreak and he started fresh. Once he started to write, he couldn't stop. It felt good to finally reflect.

He couldn't be in a better spot, after all. He has everything he's ever hoped for. He has the girl of his dreams, a new family, and a place to call home. Ever since he left New York to be with his one and only, everything made sense again.

It's also been a long while since Harry has last visited his best mates. About six weeks, to be exact. Only because he's spent the last beautiful six weeks glued to Luna's side. She was the one that urged him to visit their friends.

He gets out of the cab after tucking his journal into his travel bag. He thanks the driver one last time as he shuts the door in front of his old city flat. With his bag tightly held onto his side, he makes it into the building. He rubs his cold hands together from the winter breeze. It's almost spring... warm weather is just around the corner, he says to himself on his way up to see Levi.

He exits the lift onto the right floor. He smiles wide. He's ready to see his old flatmate. He's missed him so much. He knocks when he's finally in front of the door.

The door instantly swings open. "Harry!"

"Levi!"

"I missed you, man! How are you? How's Luna?"

Harry drops his travel bag down onto the floor of the flat he still shares—distantly—with Levi. He hugs his mate and squeezes him tightly by the door. "I missed you, too! I'm great. Luna, she's doing really good too. She finishing her last week of chemo already!" He shares. He's so proud of Luna's progress.

Levi pulls back and laughs. He closes the door and then steps further into the flat to lead Harry in. "Nice! So the transplant is next?" Levi asks.

"Yes! The day after tomorrow, actually. I'm just here for a quick visit," he says. "What about you? How are you? Jade, how is she?"

Levi grew excited after Harry mentioned Jade. He's rubbing his clasped hands together. He then reaches into his pocket with fidgety fingers. He pulls out a small velvet blue box. "I'm actually fucking nervous, man... because I'm finally asking Jade to marry me tonight!"

Harry gasps and reaches for Levi's shoulders. He shakes them out of excitement. "Finally! Don't back out this time, Levi," he then says to his mate. Only because Levi already mentioned to Harry about his proposal plan over FaceTime a few weeks ago. He never went through with the plan. But maybe tonight really is the night. Harry really hopes so, at least. "Let me see the ring," he says, eager to see what's inside of the tiny box.