Luna wanted to say I wish the first time I kissed you hadn't been like that but that wasn't giving him space, and it helped neither of them.
She should have kissed him that night in the parking lot of Dunkin Donuts.
She didn't say I wish I could remember the kiss better, that it wasn't mingled with me crying.
She didn't say I wish I could remember what your lips had felt like.
Eventually, what Luna did say, was: "have we fucked up our friendship?" She asked it quietly, her closed eyes pressed against the hard surface of her kneecaps, enough that she saw white static. "Not just the kiss but... all the other stuff before as well?