The wind made an effort to clean Luna's face yet tears kept coming, 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 even a moment... She might just break down completely. The awful behavior she had since his arrival while he was so full of excitement, showing her the project he was working on and she was so distant. The resolution applauded her doubts but her conscience defended she could've been more gentle while expressing her opposition. Fear took control of her words and now guilt was taking over her throat. Looking to her side augmented these feelings: the sudden realization of this being her first time driving alone stabbed her stomach.

She parked the car in the same place her friend did every time he came back — on the right side of the house, opposite to the garage. ”That place has bad feng shui!” She found herself imitating him. That small connection granted her some peace.

 

Whenever they returned after some adventure time, she would go straight to the living room and lie on the sofa, back to reading more about hardware or tinkering with her latest toy. Discovering different sights and breathing new air never got old, yet the part she was the most excited about was opening her door after being out for several hours. But now, it smelled like a stranger's home. Under candlelight, Luna went upstairs to her partner's room. Although cluttered with technology Luna didn't want, it was clean. Not even one single corner was free of gadgets, it could be mistaken for an abandoned part of the house. Where were his belongings? What did he do in his free time? Hands closing into fists, she decided to go to her room and get some rest.