Luna Wicken
i had been to scared to sleep incase i woke up and this was all a dream.
As Luna stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine, a soft smile graced her lips, a beacon of warmth and light. "Morning," she mumbled, her voice still laced with the drowsiness of sleep.
"good Morning, beautiful" I replied, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on her forehead. The simple act was a promise, an assurance that nothing—not time nor darkness—could ever truly come between us.
She sighed contentedly, snuggling closer into my embrace, her presence a balm to the wounds left by time apart. "Is this real?" she asked softly, a touch of vulnerability coloring her words.
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