Hey! So I'm finally back! I'm not even going to bother giving you all a 20 paragraphed text about how terrible I feel. To cut it short, IB isn't cutting me any slack... as was expected, and school has been the greatest pain in my rear end as I have never felt it before. They even had me working during my holidays! NOT FAIR, I TELL YOU! Either way, I think you're the one's that I've truly treated unfairly. It was very wrong of me to leave you all behind like that. So as the summer holidays are getting closer, so are my finals... but for now I think I'll be able to get a couple more chapters up.

This one ended up being a Luna POV... I don't know, it just felt right. But I hope you all enjoy it, ignoring the VERY LONG wait.

And as the chapter title says, "Forgiveness comes in handy!" (so please don't kill me? :S)


Chapter 12

"Mom, you can't imagine what happened," I needed to explain to her why I'd been away for so long. I felt no regret in spending those hours comforting Sage, but I still felt like I owed my mother a proper explanation. I was tired of all the conflict that had been going on and the last thing I wanted in this very moment of peace and forgiveness, as the rain drops played their own game of tag down the glass walls that surrounded the piano room, was for my mom to freak about my temporary disappearance.

I was calm, or at least, I had been, up until the point where I began to describe to my mother Sage's injuries and the destruction of his home. Only then did I begin shaking uncontrollably in fear and sadness, "His burns and his home, mom… his father, and" I gasped for air, "his mother," I sobbed. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I saw us in their position, mom. I'm sorry. I really am, I take back everything I said. Please know that I didn't mean any of it. I was angry and immature and—" my mother cut me off.

"Sweety, relax… I forgive you, my love," she pulled me in for another tight hug. "Nothing will happen to us, baby. We're safe. I promise you. Nothing will happen. You will be safe. You will have all of us here to protect you, always," she whispered soothingly.

"Is that why you're always so frantic about my location every second of every minute of every hour of every day?" I chuckled through the tears, silently smiling to myself.

The edges of my mother's lips formed a small curve, "Well of course, baby. I've always been exceedingly stressed about your well being, I want you to be ok. You know how I don't agree with your plan to change into one of us so early, you know that I would want you to wait, but as after eighteen you have your rights to free will and you have convinced our entire family with your inexorable strive already, I've had to keep my plans for you to myself. It might have taken me seventeen years to realize that it's your life and that you're a responsible and mature enough young lady to make your own decisions, but you need to understand that all I've ever wanted is for you to be happy. I've finally come to terms with myself that my unnecessary outbursts of protectiveness are but normal for every parent. I was told that it would fade over time, that someday I would be able to let go and trust your instincts instead of having to rely on mine all the time, but I suppose they left out how difficult this would all be," she sighed. "I love you, my Luna," she smiled as another salty tear streaked down my face, and with that we both turned back to the piano and continued playing, our hands stroking the keys in coordination.


Sunday. Still raining. Fantastic.

I woke up to the white light that fell in through my glass walls from the grey sky above. I could hear a silent ticking to my left, right next to my ear. My alarm clock... Crap! MY ALARM CLOCK! I shot up from bed and headed straight to my closet, checking the time on the way, 10:15. Dammit, with the hours of deep conversation and piano playing I'd had with my mother last night, I'd completely forgotten about setting my alarm clock for today. I had been hoping to get some homework done before heading off to the hospital to make Sage some company, but I suppose that that could now wait; I'd get it done there.

I pulled on the first thing I caught glimpse of; black jeans, a fitted blue shirt, and a pair of yellow Wellingtons. I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed down to the kitchen for a quick bite. The whole family was already up, Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper as well as Aunt Bella and Uncle Edward were doing their usual gag-worth demonstrations of affection in their own corners of the living room, while my parents were together in the kitchen preparing my breakfast, and my grandparents were cutely reading the newspaper together.

I didn't mind how everyone seemed so in love and full of each-others' existence, in fact I found how they could love each other so much admiring; only sometimes, when it was constantly thrown at my face publicly, I would begin feeling rather lonely. I would have loved having the opportunity to meet someone and fall in love during my human years, but knowing that this phase in my life was soon coming to a close made me second-guess things. It made me second-guess people like Sage, it made me second-guess our date, it made me second-guess our kiss; because no matter how much I had enjoyed myself, I knew very well that I could never burden Sage with my already determined fate.

"How come none of you woke me up?" I asked, thinking aloud.

"We didn't know we had to," asked my father. He was right, I hadn't told anyone I was leaving to the hospital this morning. I suppose I'd left that little bit out to my mother in the midst of our midnight conversation.

"I didn't think I had to... Edward?" I responded, turning my attention to my uncle, still all over Bella, who giggled uncontrollably. "Guys, please! Keep it PG, will you?"

"Sorry, Luna. I myself didn't think it necessary either after your conversation with your mother last night. I figured the subject would have come around on its own," Edward smiled apologetically.

"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" My mother exclaimed exasperatedly, " Luna?"

"My plan was to go visit Sage. You know, go check up on him, do some homework, keep him company," I explained, directing my attention back to my mom.

"Luna dear, it's Sunday. Why don't you stay and spend some time with your family? It'll be fun," she replied hopefully.

"I'll be back mom; it's just for a couple of hours. I'll be home a bit after lunch, and then we can do whatever, I promise."

"Ok," she smiled and as I turned my heel I heard my mother call again behind me, "Your breakfast, hun." My mother was holding a brown paper bag over the counter, waiting for me to turn back and take it. I did and kissed her on the cheek, but before I could head to the car once again, she held my wrist and whispered, "I put two sandwiches, one for Sage… if there's one thing that hasn't changed over the years it's hospital food," she chuckled, "It'll always be terrible."

"Hey!" my grandfather called out from his seat on the couch, I smiled and turned one last time to the garage entrance.


"Hey, sickbird, how are you feeling?" I smiled as I walked into Sage's room at quarter past twelve. The same kind nurse as yesterday was fixing the tube work connected to Sage's slightly healthier appearance.

"Starved… and I have to admit I have been better," Sage chuckled to himself, I was glad to see he was in a better mood today. I didn't expect it, especially considering all that had happened, but I was relieved that he was catching up to his sarcastic self. It was healthier, for both of our sakes.

"Lunch is in fifteen minutes, I'll make sure you're one of the first to get your meal," the nurse tapped Sage's shoulder, smiled, and walked out the door.

"Did she just flirt with me?" Sage whispered, leaning closer to me. I had brought up one of the armchairs closer to his bed and was sitting comfortably in it. I honestly felt sorry for Sage, my back still hurt from the rock hard bed he still found himself in.

"Did she just bat your eyes at you?" I replied incredulously, scooting even closer in order to keep our voices down to the most minimal.

"I think so," Sage shuddered sardonically. "Not that she isn't pretty or around my age or whatever, it's just that I don't think I'm very comfortable with her seeing me naked anymore when it comes to her helping me to the shower," he churned. There was a small pause of silence and then we both broke out laughing, Sage's heart beat ticking quicker through the monitor.

"So how long did the doctors say you'll have to stay?" I asked apologetically curious.

"Well, I don't have many severe external injuries. Just a few burns here or there," I stared blankly as Sage continued to talk about his burns like they were nothing. NOTHING? Had he gone mad? But I decided to keep my silence, for I knew all too well how things turned out in my moments of hysteria. "They mainly said that I had inhaled enough smoke to weaken my immune system for some time. So until I'm fully rested and my burns finish receiving the treatment they need. Two weeks tops," Sage shrugged.

"Two weeks? Isn't that more serious than you're trying to shove it off by?" I asked unbelievingly.

"I'm more worried about my nutrition, to be honest," Sage chortled "The food here is crap," he whispered, just in time for the nurse to walk back into the room, tray in hand. She left everything perfectly set up for Sage, batted her eyes once more, and then walked back out, wiggling her behind a tad too much in the process.

"I don't even think that's allowed!" I exclaimed, sighing to myself. "Doesn't that break the patient, doctor rule, or something?"

"Jealous maybe?" Sage cocked an eyebrow jokingly.

"Oh, get over yourself, will you?" I smacked him, playfully.

"Ow!" he cried and I brought a finger to my lip, signaling him to quiet down before he attracted the pathetic excuse for a nurse back into the room.

Sage looked down at his plate of food, poking and prodding and the gross mush the nurse had served, "Urg… see what I mean? How am I meant to survive?"

I smiled at him and took the plate from his tray, leaving the water and the apple that had also been served untouched. I headed to the toilet, tiptoeing in case anyone overheard Sage's shouted out exclamations, "Where are you going with that? Hey, that's my only food!"

"Shut up, will you?" I whispered, and turned back towards the bathroom. I dumped the nasty glop into the toilet, flushed it down, and returned to Sage, setting his now empty plate back in its original spot.

"What'd you do that for?" he whined.

"I brought you some real food," I said, throwing him a sandwich which he caught mid-air.

"Thanks," he smiled in gratitude. "First actual meal in 24 hours," he laughed, chomping down the sandwich in almost one bite.

"Slow down, I've barely finished un-wrapping mine!" I chuckled.

"That's because you're not actually hungry," he said mouth-full, snatching a piece from my sandwich.

I clutched the snack tightly to my chest, facetiously daring him to take another bite, "Back down, tiger… this is mine."

I hope you guys liked this one ^^ sweet endings FTW!

Thank you all so much for putting up with me... I LOVE YOU!

Now don't forget to R&R! Until next time :)

Saskia xx