i'll call you mine
She can’t identify the meaning of his silver stare as his eyes meet hers in the rearview mirror.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
The corner of his lips quirk as he exchanges a brief look with his focused-on-the-road girlfriend. “It’s just nice to see you happy.”
Pansy looks to her left, at the girl with her head out the window, wind whipping her blonde locks around her face.
Looks down at their intertwined hands, nails painted to match, holding onto each other like a lifeline.
Looks back at her best friend, the one who taught her that love often comes from the most unexpected of places, staying even on the worst days.
Looks inside herself, at the ways that Luna brought luck into her life and built her back into herself piece by piece.
Looks around the car, at her two best friends and the love of her life, smiling as she tilts her head toward the sunlight and lets that happiness consume her.