Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 286: Turn Around Nova's

POV

"Turn it around," I suddenly spoke, breaking the suffocating silence inside the car.

Every second that passed felt heavier, pressing down on my chest like a weight I couldn't shake, and in the end, I wasn't able to bear it.

Each mile we drove, the pack faded into the distance, but instead of the relief I thought I'd feel, something else took its place. An ache, deep and relentless, that refused to go away.

This only proved Drystan's words right. Running away will never help me acieve what I want - I would never be free.

I will always be stuck with my emotions and my feelings if I just kept on ignoring them instead of facing them.

This isn't just about Drystan. It wasn't about holding onto some desperate hope that things could be different. No, I had already let that go - at least, that's what I told myself.

So why did it still feel like a part of me was being left behind? I need to figure that out first.

"W-What?" Michael glanced at me in surprise, not sure if he heard me right.

"Turn the car... We are going back," I muttered with my arms crossed, my eyes staring outside the window.

The farther we drove, the tighter my chest became, like something inside me was screaming to be heard.

I realized then that the only way to truly be free-free from the past, free from the weight that had been dragging me down for so long-was to face it head-on.

festering for years, to talk to Drystan, and to finally

holding me back, and the only way to do that was to go back

saw his grip on the steering wheel loosen.

around,

a mix of vibrant greens and

me for changing my mind now, wasting his time and also his fuel. But he

like a jolt of nostalgia, pulling memories from the depths of my mind. The closer we got to the place I thought I'd left behind, the more I felt a rush

over with concern. His voice pulled me from my thoughts,

heart felt warm

that didn't quite reach my eyes. "I just need to do

"I'm

felt a little overwhelming. I could sense the tension in the

had transformed

when I first confessed my feelings to

at me, the words left unsaid hanging in the air like a thick fog. I felt nervous

that leaving would bring me peace, but instead, it had only intensified the ache

I whispered

heart. The thought of seeing Drystan again sent a wave of anxiety

Michael finally pulled into the familiar driveway, my

breaking my reverie. His willingness to support me only added to the weight of the

I need to do this alone. But can you wait for

course," he replied, his