Luna smiled as the scent of vanilla filled the air, sweet and warm. She was in the kitchen, sunlight streaming in through the windows, casting golden light on the countertops. Ginny was beside her, her fiery hair tied up messily as she focused on sifting flour into a large mixing bowl.
“This is going to be perfect,” Ginny said, her eyes twinkling as she caught Luna’s gaze.
Luna nodded, her heart light. There was something magical about this moment. She watched as Ginny moved gracefully through the kitchen, her sleeves rolled up, her hands dusted with flour. It felt so natural, being here together, baking this cake. It felt like home.
Luna reached over to stir the batter, their hands brushing. Ginny didn’t pull away, just smiled. The closeness made Luna’s heart race. Without thinking, she leaned in and kissed Ginny’s cheek, the simple gesture full of affection and warmth.
But suddenly, the light in the kitchen shifted. It grew darker, the warm glow fading into something cold. Ginny stiffened. Slowly, she turned to Luna, her eyes no longer soft or smiling.
“What are you doing?” Ginny’s voice was sharp, cutting through the once-pleasant atmosphere.
Luna blinked, confusion settling in. “I... I kissed you.”
Ginny’s face hardened, a storm brewing in her eyes. “You kissed me?” Her voice rose. “Luna, why would you do that?”
Luna’s heart sank, a lump forming in her throat. “I thought... I thought we were... together.”
Ginny’s expression darkened, her anger flaring like wildfire. “Together? What are you talking about?” She took a step back, her voice full of disbelief. “We’re not together! How could you think that?”
The kitchen around them seemed to distort, the once cosy space now cold and alien. Luna’s chest tightened as the dream spiralled into something unfamiliar and terrifying. The cake batter splattered on the floor, the scent of vanilla now sickly sweet, almost suffocating. The walls seemed to close in, and the warmth between them turned to ice.
“Ginny, I...” Luna’s words faltered, her voice small. “I didn’t mean to... I thought you knew.”
Ginny’s eyes flashed with hurt and anger. “I didn’t know!” she snapped. “And now you’ve made everything weird!”
Luna’s heart ached, the world around her crumbling as Ginny’s rejection pierced her like a dagger. The cake lay forgotten, and all the joy of the moment had vanished, replaced by a cold void of misunderstanding and pain.
Luna reached out, her hand trembling. “Please, Ginny, I didn’t mean to—”
But Ginny turned away, her back to Luna, her voice colder than the nightmare that now surrounded them. “Just... leave me alone.”
Luna’s eyes widened as the kitchen faded entirely, leaving her standing alone in darkness, the warmth of Ginny’s presence now nothing more than a distant memory. The sense of loss and confusion engulfed her, and she felt herself falling deeper into the void.
And then, she woke up.
The dream shattered like glass, Luna’s eyes snapped open and with a small scream she sat up, her heart pounding, tears stinging her eyes. She was in her own bed, the soft light of dawn peeking through her window. But the pain of the nightmare lingered, the memory of Ginny’s rejection heavy on her chest.
A hand slowly touched her cheek, rushing a strand of hair from her face, Luna sighed, knowing it had only been a dream—but the fear of that reality still gripped her heart.
“Are we okay Ginny?” she questioned the girl comforting her.
“We are, but are you love?” Ginny questioned, slightly confused but more worried about her fiance than anything.
Turning towards her, Luna slowly leaned in for a kiss, nervous she would be rejected again. But Ginny did nothing of the sort and instead responded with passion, knowing this was what Luna needed right now.
Pulling away slightly, Luna smiled. “I am okay.”
Staring at her for any signs of deceit, Ginny nodded. “Okay. Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“Do you want to sleep more?”
“NO! Please no.”
“Okay okay, shhhh.” Ginny said, pulling Luna in for a hug. “You don’t have to. How about we get up and make cupcakes for breakfast then?”
Luna softly smiled and agreed. “Can we do it in our PJ’s though?”
“Whatever you want love.”
Standing up, the duo connected hands and walked downstairs towards the kitchen in the home they brought together. The idea of changing the dream to a memory of love a strong force.
“I love you Gin.”
“I love you too Lune.”