It was a night without nightmares.
In the early morning of the second day, someone knocked on the door of Luna and Gwen's room. At that moment, Luna was busy cooking breakfast in the kitchen while Gwen was planning their itinerary for today.
Hearing the knocks, Gwen guessed it was Joshua. Thus, she looked back at the busy woman in the kitchen. "Hey, you should go open the door."
Luna stopped cutting the vegetables and looked at Gwen, who was sitting on the sofa curiously. "And why should I open the door?" she asked while she made her way regardless.
"Because that person must be looking for you," said Gwen without looking up. "How long have you been with Joshua? Why are the both of you still so lovey-dovey?"
Luna pursed her lips and opened the door." How did you know it's Joshua?"
Just as she finished talking, a man asked in a deep and sexy voice from the door, " Why can't it be me? What are you two talking about?"
Luna paused and looked at the man in front of her. He was wearing an ash graycolored windbreaker with snow on his shoulder. Although he was tall, he looked quite gentle with a slightly solemn expression on his face. He was holding the breakfast he prepared for Luna and Gwen.
Luna pouted and did not know what to say.
"See. I'm correct, aren't I?" Gwen continued to plan their trip with her head lowered. "I told you it's for you."
As she talked, the speed of her writing gradually slowed down. If Luke was still alive, he would have done the same as Joshua-bringing her breakfast even if it was a blizzard.
Luke had treated her very well during his lifetime, and it was her who did not know to appreciate him. Heck, she even wanted to distance herself from him because of some gossip and rumors. She even wanted to leave him forever...
Now that Luke had permanently left, she could only feign obliviousness. She did not even have the courage to go to his grave and cried for him.
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