Coming home always made some things feel different.
For instance, once they went upstairs, Luna returned to her own bedroom.
Vizet instinctively started to follow her in, but just as he was about to step forward, something struck him.
He rubbed his nose, turned around, and went back to his own bedroom.
Everything in Luna's bedroom was familiar. The ornaments, the bedding—each held memories from her childhood.
Yet despite that familiarity and comfort, she felt as though something was missing.
She rolled over and tried to fall asleep quickly, but the sense that something was missing only grew stronger.
During their graduation trip, she had grown used to Vizet's company, used to falling asleep beside him, breathing in the same rhythm. But now...
Five minutes... Ten minutes...
Luna tossed and turned. At last, she opened her eyes with a sigh. Was it the absence of that warmth that made this feel so strange?
The more she thought about it, the harder it was to sleep. Her longing tickled at her heart like the soft fur of a Pygmy Puff.
Finally, she got out of bed, went to the door, and gently turned the handle.
Moonlight spilled through the window onto the floor, keeping the unlit corridor from looking too dark.
She moved softly, tiptoeing with great care, though she didn't know why she felt the need to do that in her own home.
Then she heard a faint rustling.
Following the sound, she saw an equally cautious head peeking around the turn in the staircase.
Vizet's eyes met hers.
They looked at each other, and neither could hold back a smile.
They didn't need to speak. One look was enough to understand what the other was thinking.
Why did you come out?
You're still awake too?
Vizet took a deep