Dalton's POV
Guilt is a terrible feeling indeed. It makes you lose focus, every little glance in your direction would have your heart racing at a million miles, the sleepless nights and the mental energy in trying to keep up with the piles of lies.
I felt that way. The Luna's goodnight turned into a terrible night plagued with nightmares.
I woke up with a start, the alarm clock at my bedside read 2:05am. With a sigh, I rolled out of bed, walking to the window. Pulling out the bottle water from the mini fridge, I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, staring out into the quiet night.
Everything looked so undisturbed and at peace, contrary to my tumultuous mind. There was no possible way that I would be able to go back to sleep, even the thought of falling asleep had me s
