Todos os capítulos de The Luna He Didn’t Choose : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 128

Bella’s POVI forgot how to breathe the moment I heard his voice.My father’s voice.The voice I had spent years trying to remember, the voice I had once heard in old recordings and childhood dreams, the voice my mother had refused to talk about whenever I asked where he had gone, was suddenly coming from the other side of the door.It was impossible.It had to be impossible.My father was dead.At least, that was what I had always been told.Ethan was still on the floor beside me, breathing heavily while James crouched beside him, trying to keep him conscious, but I barely noticed because every part of me was focused on that door.It opened slowly.A man’s silhouette appeared.He stepped into the light.And my entire world stopped.He looked older.Much older than the man I remembered from the few photographs I had seen growing up, with grey hair at his temples and faint lines around his eyes, but there was no mistaking him.I knew that face.I knew those eyes.I knew that voice.“Da

Bella’s POVThe moment Ethan’s hand appeared in my memory, everything around me disappeared.The hospital.The alarms.The shouting.Elena’s trembling fingers wrapped around mine.James yelling something from somewhere behind me.Maya crying.Noah staring at me like he already knew what I was about to remember.All of it faded away.There was only the red room.And Ethan.I blinked rapidly, but the memory did not disappear.Instead, it became clearer.I was younger.Much younger.I couldn’t have been older than eight.The room around me was covered in red lights, and there were wires attached to my head, my arms, and my chest, while a machine beside me kept making a soft beeping sound that somehow felt terrifyingly familiar.I was crying.I could feel the tears running down my cheeks.I could hear myself begging someone to stop.Then I felt a hand around mine.Small.Warm.Shaking.I turned my head.Ethan was sitting beside me.He was a child too.His face was covered in tears, and th

Bella’s POVEvery memory hit me at once.I screamed.It felt like my head had been split open, and suddenly I wasn’t standing in the hospital anymore.I was somewhere else.Somewhere colder.Somewhere I had spent years trying to forget.The red room.But this time, I wasn’t eight.I was older.Sixteen.I was standing in front of a glass wall, staring at myself.There were wires attached to my arms.Blood was running down one side of my forehead.And Ethan was standing behind me.Except he wasn’t the Ethan I knew.He looked exactly the same.Same eyes.Same smile.Same stupid little expression he made whenever he was trying to hide that he was scared.“Bella,” he whispered.I turned around.“Are you okay?”“I don’t know.”He reached for me.I grabbed his hand.Three squeezes.I’m here.He squeezed back.Three times.I’m here too.Then the door opened.My father walked inside.Behind him was Dr. Vale.And behind them was my mother.My heart stopped.I watched the memory unfold.My mothe

Bella’s POVI couldn’t look at Ethan.Not because I didn’t trust him.Because I was terrified of what I might remember if I did.The room was completely dark now, except for the tiny red light blinking on the machine between us.Once.Twice.Three times.The same rhythm as Ethan’s old promise.Three squeezes.I’m here.But now the sound made my stomach twist.“What was the last memory?” Ethan asked quietly.I swallowed.“I don’t know.”It was a lie.Somewhere inside my mind, I knew.I could feel it.Like a locked door buried underneath everything I had remembered.And behind that door was something I had deliberately forgotten.Ethan stepped closer.“Bella.”I moved backward.“Don’t.”He stopped immediately.His face fell.“I won’t touch you.”I looked at him.He was trying so hard not to look hurt.That somehow hurt me more.“I need to know the truth,” I whispered.“I know.”“And if the truth is something terrible…”“I’ll stay.”“You don’t know that.”“I do.”“How?”He smiled sadly.