---- room was suffocating. 'Maybe I should go and ask Luna to choose instead," she suggested cautiously, trying to retreat from the tension. But just as she was about to turn away, a deep voice cut through the air. "The theme will be Moon Goddess and crystals. The flowers-white roses." Scarlet froze. She looked up at him, stunned. "Has Luna approved that?" Shawn finally turned to face her, his eyes cold and unreadable. His tall figure cast a shadow that seemed to swallow the room. Scarlet didn't dare say another word. She gave a small nod and left the room in silence. I sat there on the sofa beside him, though he couldn't feel me. His figure-draped in a jet-black suit-seemed ---- impossibly distant, impossibly lonely. My heart clenched. I floated away slowly, whispering to myself: "Moon Goddess, crystals... white roses. That must be... beautiful." But even as I said it, I knew this wasn't about celebration. It was about forgetting me.