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.

it tears me

the tears threatening to spill over, but I won't let them. Not now. I've cried enough over

never truly mine? Drystan made

I'm okay, that seeing him with her every day doesn't kill me a little more

too much to stay and

hurt

away every last hope, every last bit of love I've kept hidden for so

have to remind myself to breathe, to keep going. There's

permission, can't wait for him to try and convince me to stay.

tell me things will get better, that we can all figure it out. But he doesn't see

Staying will break me.

casting one last look around the room. The memories here - the late- night conversations, the shared laughter, the unspoken moments-none of it

all in the past. I need to leave it behind

pulled out of my thoughts when I

where his voice

the doorway, staring at me with concern etched on his face, his arms crossed as if he was preparing for a battle I hadn't

question, trying to avoid the inevitable confrontation. I

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