Her Second Moon
I remembered her hands raw, her cloak heavy with snow, her smile faint but proud when she returned with the herbs.
And all that time, I thought she was clinging to me.
I thought she was a burden.
But she had been carrying me. Carrying us all.
I sank to my knees, the certificate crumpling in my fist, the draft trembling in the other.
“She gave up on me,” I whispered.
“And still… she gave me everything.”
Clara POV:
I knew what was happening.
The Moon Goddess had reclaimed me.
Her voice rang like silver bells in my mind.
“Child… today I release you. Live, not for him, but for yourself.”