She had forgotten it all. But even so, that name has always fascinated her.
Moon.
There seemed to be a story behind it —she had always felt it, but never dared to ask before, in fear that she might hear something that might disappoint her.
However, now that she was sure of something, she wanted to know why she got that name. Why, hearing it every time her heart feels the familiar warmth that she seemed to have never forgotten, even after forgetting everything else.
Aiden was facing her, staring right in her eyes when she asked him that. He didn't answer her immediately; instead, he held her gaze as if the answer was very clear in everything, he had portrayed all this time.
Arwen didn't make haste. She gave him the time. She paused with him just to deepen whatever they were sharing in that moment together.
While their faces were close, a few inches apart. Her one hand was resting flat on his thigh, and with the other, she was still holding her chopstick over the bowl.
