"So where will I find Lune?" I asked shakily.
"I dunno, where would he be?"
"I- I don't know," I stammered. "He was meant to come back home with me and then Mune appeared. I haven't seen him since we left the ceremony." I paused. "Oh gosh, I didn't think about him once between Mune's departure and your arrival. I hope he's okay."
"I guess he'll be fine."
"You guess? But what if he's not? What if he's dead?! Oh, War, I should never have gotten into this mess. I don't regret bringing back Lune - who should turn down the choice to save a life? - but I wish I'd just stayed with Mune. Then Death wouldn't have wanted to kill me, the gods wouldn't hate me and I could have a divine relationship and not feel so guilty."
"You can still have a divine relationship... Death isn't the most powerful God there, you know," he mumbled.
"Who would I have a divine relationship with? And even if she isn't the most powerful, she still hates me! I'll have to be so careful! Oh, I'm scared War. All I wanted was to do the right thing."
"Don't be. I'll protect you." He turned his back to me and began to walk off down the street. "Lune's in your house!" he called.
I ran to my front door and let myself in. I found Lune pacing the living room anxiously. When he saw me, he stopped and looked shocked. "Corelle! What happened? Where were you? I don't know what happened, one second I was with you, the next I wasn't. But I got sent back. Do you know what happened?"
I explained to him how Mune had appeared at my house, admitting that I'd kissed him. Then I told him about War and what War had said. When I had finished, Lune was frowning.
" Oh, Corelle," he said, hugging me tightly. It didn't seem he was going to mention my betrayal. "I love you. And I'm sorry I have to leave you so soon. But seeing you again was the best thing that happened to me. And ... hopefully, we'll be together again at some point."
Tears came to my eyes. "I don't want to wait."
"Sh, it'll be okay. From the sounds of it, this War is a nice guy. He'll look after you when I'm not here."
"I'm sorry," I said, the tears flowing freely now. "I'm sorry for loving Mune and even thinking that I should have maybe chosen him over you when he brought you back."
"If Mune were trustworthy and not how War portrays him, I would want you to love him, Corelle. And if not, I'd want you to find someone else. You deserve to move on. I don't want you depressed."
"This is all one gigantic mess."
"I know, Corelle, but this mess is life. And I would rather you were living it than ... than dead like me," he choked.
My arms tightened around him. "I don't want you to die!"
"I know, Corelle," he whispered. "I know."
I leant back slightly to kiss him. "I love you, Lune."
"I love you too," he said, tears in his own eyes. Oh how scary the thought of death must be. I wish this didn't have to happen.
I kissed him again, kissed him passionately to convey my love for him and how I'd miss him when he went again. I felt guilty for having kissed Mune and I still was wondering about War and whether he was the good guy or dangerous. But this was Lune's time, so I pushed everything else out of my head. Actually, thinking about it, kissing him was a good way to apologise for Mune.
It always felt so good to be in Lune's arms. He was a symbol of security, of comfort, of consolation. I loved him more than anything else in the world.
I pulled away, and looked at him. My vision was slightly blurred but nothing could take away his perfection.
It occurred to me that any of these single moments could be our last. Quietly, I let go of him and turned. One of my hands sought out one of his and found it, clasping it gently but firmly. I wordlessly walked through the hall, up the stairs, like I had so many times the last time he'd been alive.
"Corelle," he said uncertainly.
I turned to briefly glimpse at him. "Sh," I said, putting one finger from my free hand to my mouth. "No words. Just love."
Lune smiled sadly. I turned again and led him to my room. At the door, I recommenced kissing him. The love began to flow freely around our bodies: that intoxicating love that was addictive, exciting, thrilling and chilling, that love we were so familiar with. He held me tightly before we allowed ourselves to become overwhelmed by it.