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.

how much it tears me apart

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

that was never truly mine? Drystan made his choice. And I

okay, that seeing

much to stay and cause more pain. And if I'm honest with myself, I deserve a chance to move on

it hurt so much to walk

of the zipper closing feels final, like I'm sealing away every last hope, every last bit of love I've kept hidden for so

to breathe, to

to try and convince me to stay. He wouldn't understand why I need to do

that we can all figure it out. But he doesn't see what I see.

Staying will break me.

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

past. I need to leave

really sure about leaving?" I was pulled out of my thoughts

turned to where his voice

staring at me with concern etched on his face, his arms crossed as if he was preparing for a

your bags already?" I asked, trying to brush off the question, trying to avoid the inevitable confrontation. I didn't want

not giving in to my attempt to change the subject. "Nova, don't change the topic.