Luna sat up at that, pushing her father's hand off her. "Then why was I alone?" she asked, because that had been what hurt the most. What was the point of love if she couldn't feel it? If every time she turned around, no one was there but oh, 'I love you, Luna. Really.'
"Why was I always alone?" she asked with tears in her eyes.
"And when you'd come, you'd just leave again. And after the last time, they didn't want me either! Did you know I was engaged, in a way? Promised to someone? But when I came back, they couldn't handle that I had powers. Not only was I mixed blood but I had broken the sacred tradition. Do you know what it's like? When no onewants you?" She could feel herself growing hysterical but there had been a time where she had stopped thinking about what she was saying.