One Mean Ghost
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Luna didn't let her finish her next sentence. Without any warning, she just tilted Fang's chin up to look at her and leaned down, kissing her tenderly, deeply. She couldn't take any more of Fang looking down on herself... .Luna had never once blamed her... She had thought just telling Fang that would snap her out of her sadness, but clearly that wasn't enough...
If this didn't get the point across to Fang, nothing would...
Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled back, her cheeks lighting up just a little bit. "Do you get it now?..." she asked quietly as she watched Fang, biting her lip a little as she waited for an answer.