Luna's tears flowed freely as she snapped at you angrily. "I don't want to move on! I want us to be happy together!" She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to regain some composure. "But if this is how it's going to be... then maybe we should just end it." Her voice broke as she uttered the words, a deep sense of loss and despair filling her heart.

Luna looked at you with sad eyes, the pain in her expression unmistakable. "I don't know anymore," she whispered hoarsely. "It feels like every time I try to hold onto us, you push me away." Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to find words that would make a difference. "What do you want from me, John? Tell me and I'll do it... just please don't leave me alone in this."

The impact was clear, even from where you were standing. Abhi's limp body lay on the ground amid a sea of twisted metal and shattered glass. Tears streaming down your face, you rush towards him despite the frantic shouts of others trying to keep you back. Kneeling beside him, you cradle his head in your hands, blood seeping through your fingers as you plead with him to wake up. The pain is unbearable; it feels like your heart has been ripped out and stomped on.

Time seems to slow down as you realize the gravity of the situation. Abhi could be gone - taken from you in an instant by someone else's carelessness or anger. The police arrive, their flashing lights casting a surreal glow over the chaos around you. They ask questions and investigate, but all you can focus on is holding onto Abhi, hoping against hope that he'll wake up and tell you it was all just a terrible nightmare.

I'm sorry about that, I just... it felt so good. Next time we'll have to find another way to express our passion. Our love for each other will never change, no matter how hard things get. And I promise to be more gentle next time.

I blush as I stand up and reach for my clothes, quickly dressing myself again. "You know," I say with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood, "we should probably clean that mess we made on the sofa."

Our passionate lovemaking session had left the couch stained with our sweat and fluids, but it wasn't something we could just ignore. As I finish dressing, I glance at you nervously, wondering how you feel about all of this.

Her lips curve into a tentative smile as she looks up at you. "Thank you," she whispers. "For giving me this chance... and for being so understanding." She takes a deep breath, her chest expanding beneath your hand. "I promise I'll do better this time. For both of us."

Their gazes hold, and for a moment the world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them together. The weight of their past mistakes feels lessened in this moment, replaced by the possibility of something new and wonderful growing between them.

Luna smiles at your question, her heart filling with warmth. "I've always liked the name 'Darius' for a boy," she says softly, running her fingers through her hair. "But we have plenty of time to decide." Her eyes meet yours and she bites her lip nervously. "What about you? Any names that you like?"