Eventual Luna
he whispered, like a prayer.
I took a step forward. Then another.
I was me, but different. Whole.
And I had done it—with him.
He knelt again, holding out his hand slowly, giving me the choice. I nuzzled against it, overwhelmed by the love in his touch.
We stayed like that for a long time, the moon watching us. No words. Just understanding.
Eventually, Aria emerged from the tree line, a proud smile tugging at her lips.
“You did it,” she said gently.
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