Luna stood silently in the hallway, just outside Nina's room, her arms crossed tightly across her chest.
Through the slightly ajar door, she could hear them—Nina and Leo—bickering and laughing like the world hadn't fallen apart just days ago.
It was a strange sort of comfort, the kind that reminded Luna of how close the two had always been. A part of her longed to be in that room, to share in that warmth.
But she didn't move.
Her hand hovered near the doorframe, then slowly fell to her side. She felt like a ghost hovering outside someone else's joy.
Like she was peeking in on a moment that didn't belong to her. The air around her felt heavier with that thought, pressing in on her chest.
'Nina and Leo are always like that. No matter what happens, they still have each other.'
She thought, staring at the sliver of light and laughter spilling into the hallway.
She turned away. She didn't want to intrude—not when it already felt like she didn't belong.
