My fingers flexed with the desire to pull my Atlas out again. I could settle on some kind of reply to send her at least. One which didn’t involve me showing up at her door like I expected...what exactly? For her to have suddenly forgotten she hates me? Or maybe to ask her who the moon was pushing her towards tonight. Because I’d known before the sun rose this morning exactly where it would be pushing me. I just couldn’t tell if she’d fall under its spell for me too.
Ahhhhh
