*originally this chapter had more than 2000 words. But of course it was too big and realized it would just be too much for one single chapter so I had to break it into two. I dont like this chapter. I hate it*

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Luna is so beautiful. So so so beautiful.

I cannot imagine living a second without seeing her face.

I love her. I love her like crazy. I love her like misfortune loves orphans, like fire loves innocence and like justice proves to sit and watch everything go wrong.

I love her. I love her so much that its beginning to bother me now.

It cannot be possible for someone to long for someone as much I long for Luna.

She makes me happy and my heart swoon. She makes me weak and hard all at the same time.

In her beauty resides me, my lifeless heart and my death.

I need to have her with me or else I shall go mad.

Completely mad.

"Paul?"

I turn around and see Luna waking up.

I reach in for her face and touch it.

"Good morning, my little bird."

"What are you doing sitting on the bed so early?"

"Admiring you..."

She blushes and her lips curve into a small smile.

I die instantly.

She sits straight on her bum and kisses my hand.

"You're so adorable. I want to keep kissing you all the time."

I blush at her remark. This is the first time she said something like this to me.

"Did you sleep good?"

"You already know. I always sleep good when I sleep with you."

She smirks at me.

"Look Luna, I am extremely sorry for what happened yesterday. I don't know what went over me.. through me... I just lost it... I am so ashamed and truly sorry."

"It's okay Paul...", she says, twiddling her fingers. "I am sure you didn't mean it."

"No I didn't. I love you. I can never think of hurting or lying to you."

"Really?"

She asks.

"Really."

I touch her soft lips and kiss them.

My heart overflows everytime I kiss her with joy.

She reminds me of all the soft and the purest things in the world because she is so soft and pure. So pretty and innocent.

And only mine to be. Just mine.

"Okay. So you get ready while I make pancakes again for you, how about that?"

I suggest and her eyes light up at the word 'pancakes'.

"Oh my God, yes, please!"

"And then we can go out-"

"To that flower field? Please?"

She whines, adorably.

"Okay to that flower field it is!"

She squeals and hugs me.

"Okay I shall go get ready then."

I cannot keep myself from smiling like a fool as she gets up from the bed and goes inside the bathroom to get changed.

I feel like a fool to be so much in love with her.

Luna's POV:-

I get changed into a white baby doll dress which Paul chose for me the other day and throw in some matching sandals to complete the look.

I check myself in the mirror and notice how good the dress looks on me.

Paul definitely knows what suits me best.

As I brush my hair, I think about yesterday and ponder about what kept me awake the whole night.

I lied to Paul. I didn't sleep good last night.
In fact I couldn't sleep at all last night.

I miss mother. She has been the only person in my whole life and she hasn't been away from me like this ever before.

I miss her voice. I miss her smell. I miss everything about mother. Her thought makes me cry.

I also know she would never trust me alone with a man.

Or perhaps trust a man alone with me.

There was something very oddly suspicious about Paul reacting so frantically yesterday and mother leaving to visit my uncle all of a sudden, out of the blue.

Could all this mean something?

Could Paul be hiding something from me?

No! He can never do that.

He promised me he'd take care of me, he promised he'd protect me.

He loves me. And people who love each other never lie, right?

But....

Paul is downstairs making breakfast for me.

He has done so much for me.

He took me out, he brought me gifts, he made me food... he did everything, mother warned me men often did to lure girls.

Could Paul....

Was this the reason why he wasn't letting me talk to mother?

Did I fall for his trap?

I check on the door to make sure Paul isn't coming upstairs.

I am scared. But more than that I want mother now.

I open their shared closet and find most of mother's clothes in tact.
In fact, she hasn't even packed enough clothes to go visit her brother.

I try searching all of the drawers and boxes, hoping to find any clue to where mother is.

I then start searching under the dressing table, the bed, his clothes for anything... anything at all, just before...

Paul's POV:-

I transfer the last pancake on the serving plate and then transfer that plate on the serving tray.

I bet Luna must be ready by now.

That girl... wow. Just wow!

"Luna, breakfast's ready!"

I call from the end of the staircase.

Perhaps she is still getting ready.

I walk upstairs and knock on the door.

"Luna?"

I push the door and what I see makes my heart leap out from its place.

She is kneeling down and sobbing while reading something.

The room is a mess and things are just scattered all over the place.

"Luna?"

I call out for her.

"What is this Paul?"

She cries, stumbling to get on her feet and whimpering.

"This... cheque.... and...this...*sob* letter..."

My soul departs from my body.

I see black.

"What does this mean Paul? This cheque! Why is it on my name and this letter- this... that's mother's handwriting! What- what does she mean she is sorry for being a bad person? When did she write this and... *whimper* what is this doing with YOU?!"

I inhale sharply. "Luna.. I know you are upset but I can explain..."

She continues crying a lot, reading her mother's note again and again, again and again.

"What is this Paul? I am so... I am so confused!"

"Kathleen left, Luna. Your mother left you...."

"What!?"

Luna's eyes widens in shock.

Oh god, how am I going to tell her?

"The morning before which we.... we made love for the first time... Kathleen arrived that day and saw us together in bed..."

I begin. Luna gasps in shock.

"I tried to chase her down but before I could do anything, she left. She just left leaving you this... cheque and this note! I am sorry..."

"Oh... my god!"

Luna starts to become frantic and overly hysterical.

"I wanted to tell you this before but I knew you'd be crushed and react exactly this way so I thought of not telling you. I am sorry... I should have told you but I was so scared and worried about you.. I didn't want to hurt you..."

I speak and try to told her but instead, she pushes me away.

"NO!", she cries taking me completely by surprise.

"You didn't tell me because you wanted to fuck me!"

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