I revelled in the way it melted some of my anxiety, but hated the way it reminded me of my moon friend. Where was he? Was he still alive, still protecting Darcy with every breath he took? Had to be. That was his thing. He wouldn’t leave her ever, and as much as I missed them, I had to keep believing they were going to find their way back to us one day soon. Just make it really, really soon, guys.
