I Am The Luna

25. A Broken Heart ZAIA. or I Am The Luna Chapter 103 By Moonlight Muse

Please say this is a lie…

His words through the phone echo in my mind, making everything else fade away. “Zaia!” Annette’s distant shout echoes in my mind as I fall to my knees, broken.

Sebastian left me.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I clutch my chest. The pain I feel is far worse than anything I have felt in my life. Far more excruciating than when he rejected me years ago.

It hurts so much… my heartbeat is ringing in my ear, along with the shrill whistling sound that makes my head want to explode.

I cannot breathe.

Sebastian…

“Why!” I scream as I stare ahead, unseeing.

Flashes of our moments together flood my mind but all I can focus on is him. The signs were there, the way he was behaving… how long had he been planning to do this?

I thought we were a team. I told him I needed him. Why?

Will I never just be enough to keep him happy? Sobs wrack my body and I feel like I’ve lost everything. The threads of my life had begun to come undone, yet I still held on… still hoped for something more.

Mom… Dad… Sebastian…

In the end, I failed. Just the way I am failing Sia and my people…

Why is the goddess doing this to us?

“You chose the wrong one! Why?!” I scream. “If you really cared… if you’re really out there… why would you do this?” My voice breaks as I hug myself. I feel so alone… I am alone…

I was the wrong person for this. I’ve tried… tried to do my best, but I’m not doing enough…

Why did you make us for one another if your only aim was to rip us apart and crush my strength? Despite everything, he gave me the strength to continue. Why did I allow myself to fall for him again? Why did I unwrap my damaged heart for him?

He was my strength… he was the one who I had learned to forgive and not only did I fall for him again; I fell for him all over again.

I don’t want to feel this pain…

together, but I can’t. He’s destroyed me…

whisper, a fresh wave of tears running down my cheeks. “I can’t tired…” cope anymore. I’m tired,

be ok. We’re going to figure this

How?

many times I felt

was

Mom… she’s gone too.

Dad…

head as it squeezes in pain. My claws are out and my eyes blaze with

look

head to the right, and I think it’s Atticus, but it’s becoming dark. “Sebastian, I want to talk to him. He needs to know that there are other options.” I plead through my tears. One

If you can hear me, please

a wall and I cry out

voice fades away as my vision begins to spin and then, everything becomes

sitting on my bed, exhausted yet unable to sleep, in pain yet unable to feel it. Betrayed, yet unable

How do I recover?

to hold my tears back as I hugged and kissed my

strength; they are the only strength I need, but how do

my thoughts don’t relent. Self-doubt, self-blame, guilt, sorrow, pain,

only thing I

Sebastian is truly gone.

Mom is dead.

Dad is missing.

facts that keep hammering at

I’m a failure…

the one who was there to pick me

does love exist? Why does the mate bond exist when it only gives others the power to

My heart hurts…

door, and I don’t move when it opens. There are three of

over, placing the tray down and kissing my forehead. I turn away, my eyes stinging as I stare out

leaves the door open a crack, murmuring something about the children being asleep. He sits on the floor beside the bed, stretching his legs out, but

my emotions from anyone. Even my babies. I am an awful mother. I can’t even give them the best life they deserve and Sebastian… I wasn’t good enough

around me, but I don’t want

I refuse to let myself fall into an endless abyss of pain and doom. “Come on, where’s that beautiful smile that we all melt over?” Jai says,

hiding for a bit, but it’ll show through soon. Here Zaia.” she offers me a chocolate muffin but I shake my head, refusing

simply to fulfil the goddess’s wishes? Her mission for her people… is that it? Do I not deserve

hold and wrap my arms around my knees, refusing the mug of hot chocolate that Valerie offers me. “It’s hot chocolate?”

my

haven’t eaten all

I don’t want anything…

at all. How will I tell the children their father is gone? That he has left