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.