A day had passed since Luna and Clell had an argument and her storming out of his room, Luna felt something different in her since that day. Despite acknowledging that she felt something for Clell before, she was still unsure if it was really love or admiration, but right now her feelings for him had been bugging her.
“I—I’m not sure why I am feeling this way.”
“Is he really—” she continued, covering her mouth, scared to finish her sentence. She didn’t want to say it even to herself, she felt that saying it was like admitting that she was imprinted to Clell.
“No, he can’t be.”
“He shouldn’t be. Ughhh.” She growled, covering her face with a pillow to muffle her scream. She stayed on her bed for a while, refusing to succumb to her feelings.
“Ugghhhh. I remember how my parents described this feeling.” She sighed.