There was a deeper sigh. A longer one. Another “Luna…” that reminded me of a shooting star with a long tail behind it. A dying meteor. That’s what it was in a way. I would forgive him. I would move on, but that Luna wouldn’t change what it really was. A reminder that he was my boss first and foremost. A dying little dream that was burning itself out. “It’s fine,” I told him, noticing how flat my tone sounded and getting frustrated over it. “If you wouldn’t mind helping me move it, please.” Silence. There was another sigh. His gradual “All right” wasn’t what I expected. It was soft. So soft it
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Idk maybe if he’d said literally anything else we’d be cool. Like obviously w ur silence she assumed the worst she can’t read ur mind😐
