"Do you ever think about how people say they'll never be in love again right after someone has broken their heart?"
Luna had this knack for asking blunt questions—maybe because she was so obscenely blunt herself—and had this knack for getting the straight answer out of me. I never did enjoy lying to her (and she always knew when I was lying anyway, always said, "You won't look me in the eye," and even though I have severe problems with eye contact, she was always right).
"I think about that all the time."
Luna was one of those people—no, probably the only person—that I could sit around with and talk to for hours. We'd never run out of things to talk about and we were perfectly content to lie around under the sun in the grass. Sometimes we didn't speak at all, just looked up into the sky with her head resting against mine, her fingers playing with my own. I almost always closed my eyes because the sun was bright, but it was easy to enjoy Luna with my eyes wide shut.
"You said that to me once."
She was doing it again—cornering me, that is. She wanted a straight answer out of me because even though she's Luna and she'll never show it, she's insecure. She had always been insecure about how I feel about her. I don't even understand why.
"After Harry left me?"
She was there after that. She came to my flat every day with a bag of tea and made me sit up, made me drink and told me stories of the oddities happening in the world. I remember that. I would hardly talk to her and she still came to see me everyday. She took care of me and even though she tried not to show it, I could always see that she wanted to do it permanently.
"Yes. I believed you, too."
I sat up then, because she was starting to get ridiculous. I smoothed the hair away from her forehead and kissed her, kissed her full and hard and right. She responded with her arms, the bony ones that always found their away around my neck, and her fingers twirling the hair at the nape of my neck. She kissed me back.
"I love you." I told her, and I told her a few more times just because the words sounded nice in the air.
I felt her lips smile wide under mine, her arms holding onto me tighter than they normally did. My fingers drew on her skin because that's what they always did when we were like this.
"It never feels real, being with you." She mumbled.
"It's as real as the way you make me feel."
And for once, she smiled just a little bit wider.