Your voice is a desperate plea for him to understand. You had to go, for both of your sakes.

“ I thought you’d be better off without me! And I was wrong, I see that now.” You shuffle your feet as Moon stands there at the daycare doors, his eyes locked on you. You, who had left the pizza plex years ago.

“Oh! Stop being so stoic, Moon! Go on, shout! Scream! Say something!”

Moon’s hands land on your face, pulling you closer, his own voice tender

“You’re as gorgeous as the day I lost you”