She gasps, the spoon falling from her delicate fingers as she stares at me in shock. Her eyes return to normal as she backs away. Her heart is thundering as I try to regain control of my emotions.

“How can this be?” She whispers, her hand clutched to her chest. She looks even more beautiful than before if that is even possible. She’s in satin white pyjamas and for a moment I wonder if this is reality or a dream.

“If you think about it, we have never seen each other under a blood moon.” I say quietly, perhaps it is a good thing… the timing feels better now…

But...