"My point is…don't give up on us. I mean… me and Damien. We can help save you," Kyllian said, gesturing helplessly with both hands as if willing Luna to grasp the sincerity dangling from his words.
Luna crossed her arms, exhaling a long, soul-weary sigh. "This is so unfair…"
"I know," Kyllian said quickly, moving a little closer. "Believe me, I get it. You're caught in the middle with two men, each deeply in love with you." He gave a weak smile. "But we're trying, Luna. Damien and I…we're actually trying not to kill each other. Doesn't that tell you something?"
Luna rubbed her temples, as if trying to massage out the emotional migraine this entire entanglement had become. "Yes. It tells me I'm probably going to die of emotional exhaustion."
Kyllian smirked.
"You know what? Fine! But. The decision I've made…it won't change unless something actually changes. I need real progress, or at least a glimpse of a solution. Some hope. Otherwise…"
