Luna Lyra
When she turned to me with wide, tear-filled eyes, my chest tightened.
I see her clenching her fists, trying to steady her breathing, but the panic was rising fast. I touched her arm, my grip firm yet reassuring.
“Hey,” I said softly, my voice calming her. “Whatever happens, you’re not alone in this. Like I told you before, I’m here. Always.”
“You promise?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “You promise you won’t let them take me back?”
I stepped closer, gripping her shoulders firmly but gently. “I promise, Lyra. As long as I’m here, no one’s forcing you to go anywhere you don’t want to go.”