Why not?

When Luna approached him, with that worried look, he felt a wave of shame. He didn't want to look like an idiot in front of her, he didn't want to be the person who needed care. He had always been the guy in control, the one who always had everything planned.

But now, here he was, lying in a van, with a fever, scared, and, worst of all, completely at her mercy.

"I can't be like this," he thought, his brain heavy. "I can't be this kind of guy."

But even with that thought, he felt the warmth of her hand on his forehead, and his own resistance started to fade.

There was something about Luna that made him question his own toughness, his own tough façade.

He closed his eyes, trying to push these thoughts away. But he couldn't. Her presence, the feeling of being cared for, the simple fact that she was there, without questioning anything, affected him in a way he couldn't explain.

He felt, once again, vulnerable. And it bothered him deeply.

"Is this what's happening?" he asked himself, through the fever. "Am I starting to care about her?"

He tried to distance himself from these thoughts. He didn't want to admit it. He didn't want to accept that something like this was beginning to grow inside him. But the truth was, despite all the anger he felt for himself, for feeling so weak, he couldn't deny it. There was something there, something in her way that he couldn't ignore.

Donan didn't know where this would take him. But, as he looked at Luna, he felt a small tightening in his chest, and a voice inside him whispered, despite his reluctance: "Maybe this is what fate wants."

And, unknowingly, he surrendered a little more to that situation. The feeling that there was no turning back.

While the fever consumed Donan, his words, although disconnected, echoed in a tender and protective way. He kept mumbling repeatedly: "I need to protect Luna, I need to protect Luna…" Each sentence carried a mix of desperation and devotion, and, even though Luna tried to keep her distance, she couldn't ignore the almost desperate tone in his voice.

As Luna listened to these words, she couldn't help but feel something inside her soften. There was something about that total surrender, that urge to protect without knowing where it came from, that touched her deeply.

She slowly approached, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. She pushed aside the part of her thoughts that tried to keep distance, and, without meaning to, she started to gently caress his hair.

She ran her fingers softly over his face, tracing the outline of his nose, and, in the heat of the moment, the kiss happened. It wasn't a fleeting kiss, but a long one, filled with unspoken emotions, lasting about 30 seconds, almost as if time had stopped in that instant.

When the kiss broke, Luna pulled away, as if waking from a dream. "What am I doing?" she thought, the weight of her conscience pressing down heavily.

She stepped back a bit, but the feeling of Donan's fragility overwhelmed her. She felt how vulnerable he was, and it was at that moment that he said, still delirious: "Luna, I need to protect you."

She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said, more to herself than to him. "But it wasn't on purpose, it wasn't on purpose." However, in his feverish state, he seemed to understand none of it. His eyes were unfocused, but he still started to answer the questions Luna asked.

She wanted to know more about him, about what he felt, and it was unintentionally that he began to open up.

He told her that he was just a boy, a shy boy, who studied but had never kissed anyone. When Luna asked about her, about how he saw "this girl who was with you," he didn't hesitate. "Oh, she's amazing, she's incredible. I've always looked at her with longing, because she's wonderful, fantastic, and now I see how she's all of that… That's why I need to protect her… I've never met someone like her."

Donan's words, vulnerable and sincere, began to affect Luna in ways she couldn't control. She felt the pain of being so close and yet so far from him. His words had something so pure, so full of emotion, that Luna couldn't help it.

Tears started falling without warning, and a wave of feelings flooded her heart. It was as if his vulnerability, the way he expressed his need to protect her, was making her question everything.

"Damn, this guy is going to make me care for him," Luna thought, with a mix of frustration and compassion. She tried to pull away physically, but fate seemed to have a different plan. When she heard again, in a calmer tone, "I need to protect you," a strong feeling that she too needed to protect him filled her.

Finally, the air grew cooler, and she knew that the night was approaching. The rain seemed ready to fall, and the wind had already started to blow. She approached Donan once more, feeling a kind of need to stay by his side.

She knew that, in some way, she too needed a moment of peace, of silence, of companionship, and, no matter how confusing it was, it was in that moment that she decided to stay by his side, not only to protect him, but also to deal with her own emotions.

She lay down there, beside him, the two of them sharing the feeling that, despite everything, the night might be a relief for both of them.

In the stillness of the early morning, with the sound of the rain softly hitting the overturned van and the darkness still reigning outside, Luna sat beside Donan, the heat of his fever starting to drop, but still, his warm, pale skin revealed the suffering he had endured. She observed the details of his face, the calm expression, but still vulnerable in his feverish sleep.

With each of his movements, Luna felt a tightness in her chest, a mix of responsibility and something more... perhaps a desire to care, perhaps something deeper.