#Chapter22
The Beginning
I wipe my face and try to pull myself together, exhaling heavily to steady myself and sitting upright forcefully. A little soothed by what he said, enough to rationalize and stop acting like a complete idiot. Bringing my attention to the fact that when he's in my head, things feel less bad. My pain subsides enough to function with even this kind of connection to him.
I didn't mean to project on you. I swear. I wasn't trying to reach you; I know how things are between us. I sound like a pathetic whiny child, and it just drives home how non—Luna I am.
This wasn't you. We're bonded. When you're afraid to that extent, hurt, anything like that. I'll still feel it, no matter what we do. Just try and be rational. Hold it together.
