Rejected Luna: He wants me back
There's no one to help me, no one to ease my pain.
Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows. It's a woman, her long brown hair flowing in the gentle breeze. As she approaches, I can see tears streaming down her face.
With a gentle touch, she places her hand on my chest. I feel a warmth spread through me, a familiar sensation that I can't quite place. It's a sensation I've felt before, a connection that's both comforting and mysterious.
As her eyes meet mine, I recognize them. They're the same brown eyes that have haunted my dreams, the eyes of the woman who has healed me. Dory.