Without skipping a beat, she started the car and stepped on the gas, following the same route he did. Shortly after, she turned to check if the werewolf chased after her: It did. White fur covered in blood, a dire message. She could but hope a small part of it was human.

 

Led by a full Moon illuminating her way back, she had no emotional capacity for accusatory thoughts, to create scenarios where she finds him and declares herself the winner of earlier arguments by exclaiming, chest full of ego, I told you! Far from that.

 

The wind made an effort to clean Luna's face yet tears continued falling, with the wheel offering no comfort regardless of how much she squeezed it. She had to keep driving, had to keep moving. Because if she stopped, if she let herself think for a moment... she might just break down completely. The awful behavior she displayed since his arrival: him, so full of excitement, showing her the project he was working on. Her, so distant and raising objections. The resolution applauded her doubts, though her conscience insisted she could have voiced her opposition with greater gentleness. Fear took control of her words and now guilt was taking over her throat. The empty seat next to her augmented these feelings: This was her first time driving alone and the realization stabbed her stomach.

 

Every time her partner came back, he parked the car in the same spot. Thus, she left it there too: on the right side of the house, opposite to the garage. ”That place has bad feng shui!” She found herself imitating him. This small connection granted her some peace.

 

On a normal day, after some adventure time, she'd head straight to the living room, stretch out on the sofa, and lose herself in hardware books or tinkering with her newest toy. Discovering different sights and breathing new air had its charm, yet the part she was the most excited about was opening the door after being out for several hours. Now, it smelled like a stranger's home.