Chasing my Luna
he whispered, but the child’s shadow laughed, and a vision burned—Bryan fading, his hope a cruel trick, his love a ghost.
Jessica’s hollowness roared, a storm of love and guilt, the star’s curse weaving a tapestry of betrayal—Kade’s rejection, Selene’s abandonment, Lucas’s attack, Bryan’s absence, her father’s laughter, her mother’s broken spark, Echo’s accusing eyes. Malric’s hydra loomed, its heads snapping, threads weaving a cage around the abyss. The child’s shadow danced, its form shifting—Echo, her mother, Malric, herself—its voice a taunt: “You’ll betray them, Jessica. You always do.”
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