Moon's POVđ¸ âAfter Seeing Them Together:
The car pulls away from the hospital, gliding through the dark streets like a silver fish through deep water. The city lights blur past the windowsâsmears of gold and red and white, bleeding into one another, indistinguishable.
The engine hums low, a vibration that settles in the bones, a reminder that the world is still moving even when everything inside has stopped.
Inside, the silence is heavyâpressing against the windows, filling every space between them.
Moon sits in the back seat, leaning against the leather, his body sinking into it. His eyes are closed. His blue lashes are dampâjust enough to catch the faint glow of passing streetlights.
He isn't crying.
Not quite.
The wetness clings to his lashesâevidence of a storm held back by sheer, brutal will. His jaw is tight, the muscles working beneath the skin. His throat moves as he swallows, once, twice, pushing it down.
