That evening, Mark was sitting in the parlor with the television playing the news in front of him when Luna came out of her room quietly. The lights were off, but the television provided enough light to illuminate the parlor for her to move around. She was wearing a pair of joggers and a large t-shirt that once belonged to the owners of this house, and she held the blanket around her body tightly as she limped her way into the parlor.
When Mark left the room, Luna was plagued with a lot of questions. She knew that she had done something wrong, but she had doubts about why Mark rejected her. Luna was beautiful, she knew that and everyone always said it to her, so there was no doubt in her mind. Did Mark not think that she was beautiful enough? Did he hate her because she kissed him first? Did she act too impulsively?
