Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 282: To Fight for Love

Nova's POV

I fold the last piece of clothing into my bag, my hands shaking with every movement.

Everything feels heavier than it should, like the weight of my decision is pressing down on me, threatening to crush me.

This room, this pack, it was my home for so long. But now, it's become unbearable.

Every corner holds memories I wish I could forget, memories that keep me tied to a past I no longer have a place in.

Drystan.

His name alone sends a sharp pang through my chest. I close my eyes, trying to push away the thoughts of him, of what could've been, but it's no use.

He's everywhere, in everything. I can't escape him, not while I'm here. I can't pretend anymore. It hurts too much.

I open my eyes, looking down at the half-packed bag. My heart feels like it's shattering with every item I shove inside, but this is the only option. I can't stay.

Not when Drystan and Astrid have found their way back to each other. I can't be the reason they fall apart again. I won't be the one standing in the way of their happiness.

matter how much it

but I won't let them. Not now. I've cried enough over

to something that was never truly mine? Drystan made his choice. And I have to make

only way I'll survive this. I can't keep pretending that I'm okay, that seeing

care about them both too much to stay and cause more pain. And if I'm honest

hurt so much to

every last hope, every last bit of love

to remind myself to breathe,

for Drystan's permission, can't wait for him to try and convince me

all figure it out.

Staying will break me.

around the room. The memories here - the late- night conversations, the shared laughter, the unspoken moments-none

need to leave it behind before it

really sure about leaving?" I was pulled out

turned to where

saw him standing at the doorway, staring at me with concern etched on his face, his arms crossed as if he was preparing for a

bags already?" I asked, trying to brush off the question, trying to avoid the inevitable confrontation. I didn't want to talk about it. Not now. Not when my

into the room, his gaze steady, not giving in to my attempt to change the subject. "Nova, don't change the topic. Are you really sure about