Crescent moons make me sick and fucking nostalgic. Because they bring back painful memories.

Staring at the glistering crescent moon out the window bar, I feel all my pent-up agony and misery resurfacing.

Every bit of scars and aches that I try so hard to conceal every day was forcing its way up right now. Forcing me down memory lane. Making me revisit every agonizing event that turned me into such a mess.

Over two decades ago, I was just a young Alpha, free, naive, and in love. Yeah, head ...