Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 320: Forgiveness Astrid's

POV

Killian shook his head, his tears falling freely now as he rested his forehead against mine.

"Don't be sorry," he whispered. "You had every reason to believe what you did. I didn't fight hard enough either. I should have told you the truth sooner, but I was too ashamed. Too afraid."

A sob broke from my chest as I leaned into his touch, my heart aching for him, for everything we had lost.

"I blamed you for everything," I whispered. "But you never blamed me. You carried all of this guilt alone. I should have known."

He held me tighter, his arms wrapping around me as though he could shield me from the pain that had been festering between us for so long.

"We were both innocent," he whispered, his voice cracking. "It was all lies. None of this should have happened.'

I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, my heart still heavy but lighter than it had been in years. "Can we start over?" I asked, my voice small but hopeful. "Can we forget everything and build something new?"

Killian smiled softly, his thumb brushing away the last of my tears. "Yes," he whispered. "We can start over. We can build something better. Together."

I nodded, taking a deep breath as the weight of the past finally began to lift from my shoulders.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt free. I felt hope.

And as I looked into Killian's eyes, filled with love and sincerity, I knew that we could make this work. We had always belonged to each other.

"I love you, Astrid," Killian whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I've always loved you. I never stopped."

at my lips as I whispered back, "I love you

him, I thought it was the reason why my heart

I was deluding

room for love is because the space was already occupied by Killian. And in that

tentative connection, but as our lips

longing, of pain, of love that had been waiting to be

still resting together, I knew that this time, we were going

and

could

the back of my neck, his touch grounding

voice was soft, but there was an edge to it, a

Giselle," he

care about the protocol anymore. As long

en

reminding me that while we had found each other again, the shadow of Giselle

for confirmation, for some kind of reassurance that we

always be looking over our shoulders. I won't let her

nodded, the resolution in his words echoing in my own heart. I wanted this chapter of our

to move on, to live the life we should have had from the beginning - free from

had already stolen so much from us; she

voice trembling slightly. "She has to

would you want to speak to her after everything she's

the words catching in my throat. I think Giselle knows that something is