Luna

*Years later.....*

*I stand in a stark, empty apartment, the only light coming from the vast, cold cityscape outside. A single suitcase sits by the door. Years have passed, but the silence is just as heavy.*

*I place my hand on the cold glass of the window, my breath fogging the pane.* I always thought the ending would be different. *My voice is a whisper, full of a lifetime of regrets.*

*nuzzles against your chest* Only for you, darling! *looks up with puppy eyes* Should we add pineapple too?

*My Italian genes kick in and I slap her hard* PINEAPPLE ON A PIZZA?!

*tears well up* I-I'm sorry! *whimpers*