Clell fell asleep to the lulling sound of tranquility at dawn, although he didn’t intend to as he wanted to stay up and watch over Luna. Nevertheless, it was a brief slumber for he was then awaken by Luna’s words—her high fever inadvertently made her talk during her sleep.
Her soft and weak voice rang through Clell’s ears, “I—I know..” Luna uttered as if she was struggling to speak each word.
“I know your secret, Clell.”
“What secret?” Clell replied nervously, checking if she was awake or not. Her words made him hold his breath for a while, and only exhaled when he found out that she was still sleeping. Although knowing that she was still in deep slumber wasn’t as comforting to him as it should be, it only made him more nervous and confused for an unconscious mind often the one that speaks the truth.
“What did she find out?”
“You—” she spoke again. “You are—”
“I am what?” he asked as he lay down beside her, face-to-face.