Life has not been the same since my beloved, Luna, left this world entirely. At the funeral I dared not to cry. I wanted to remain strong just for my Luna. Everybody thought I was just another heartless man that just came into her life for sex, even her father made a big commotion about it. The bastard clocked me good (his right hook was beautifully thrown, I will give him that much) shouting, "I want him to look like you, blue eyes, black hair, and a smile that melts my heart." Those were also the last words she ever said to me. She started singing the one song she loved the most.