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Moana's POV

I had no indication why I did it.

He was my stylish friend. He was the love of my life.

But he could not indeed look at me.

In all the times I'd been told I was not a part of his family, I had not felt it hurt no where near as important as it did when I walked by and they were all laughing.

also they stopped, because of me.

I did not intend to move out like that, I did not indeed reuse the fact that I'd given him back the keys until I was sitting in my auto with no where to go and no bone to hold me.

I wanted to run back outside and clinch him and just ask him if we could go back to how we were before he went to captivity, before our lives came so fucked up.

But I couldn't, because I was the bone who just left him. I had no right to just go back outside.

It took everything in me to ignore the feeling in my heart telling me to go back to him. It felt like I was being pulled towards him, commodity was prompting me towards him. But I did not go back. rather I just drove down.