Вторая Половинка Novels & Stories

His hand tightened, his body pressing closer, and she felt the hardness of him, the raw need in his grip, his breath hot against her temple. Her hands slid up his chest, gripping his jacket, and she wanted to kiss him, to erase the year apart. He was really the other half of her, her soulmate, there definitely wasn’t another man out there for her if it wasn’t Jack. The dance ended, and Elle helped clean up the booth, her mind racing. Max and Lila stayed close, their laughter soft, their hands brushing as they packed up, their ease a contrast to the storm inside her. They had to make this work one hundred percent

Killian POV： I pulled out the certificate with trembling hands. The name was written in bold letters—Selena Blackmoor. Not Clara. Never Clara. My vision blurred. My chest tightened until it was hard to breathe. She had signed it away. She had given up on being my mate. Tears burned my eyes as I staggered back, clutching the paper like a knife buried in my palm. On the desk, an envelope caught my gaze. My name scrawled in her familiar handwriting.

Months later MELINA Melina stirs awake in her sleep and gets out of bed. She doesn’t bother putting on her slippers before going downstairs to the kitchen. She opens the freezer and takes out the chocolate mint ice cream. She hates it, but the little one growing inside her loves it. Melina is pregnant and is in her second trimester. So far, everything is great for her. That’s excluding the morning sickness and the weird craving she has lately, but other than that, it’s been wonderful. She’s excited to be a parent, and so is Thomas.

IN THE SYNTAX QUARTER, “ Did you see what I see?” Victoria asked Luna and Jacob who was with her in the living room watching an action movie. “ What?” Luna and Jacob asked. “ It felts like Devon is glowing, I even noticed the little smile on his face.” Victoria gossiped. “ And why is that?” Luna asked in a frown. “ It felts like he is happy.” Victoria said and grinned widely. “ What’s wrong with that, everyone can be happy.” Luna said.

The stranger whispered one more word— one that tore the ground out from under her: “Phase Two.”

Close enough to see his eyes weren't just amber—they held the same galaxy-flecked patterns as Cynthia's. "Second Moon," the goddess whispered, as the vision began to fray at the edges. "The mate the cosmos provides when the first was never true. Second Chance."

Dust motes floated like spectres in the dying sun. She slid into the seat across from me, dropping her satchel on the table with a dull thump. I watched from the corner of my eye as she pulled out a sleek black envelope, identical to mine. Her nails were painted silver today, short and neat, as if she’d filed them freshly for this conversation. “It’s not that deep, Zara,” she said, leaning back and crossing her arms casually. “The Halves isn’t some cult like Talia says. It’s just fun.”

I crossed the final item off my list. "Write a letter to myself." In it, I wrote about the places I'd seen, the flavors I'd tasted, and the happiness I'd found during this brief month of freedom. I told my future self that if there really was another life waiting beyond this one, I wanted to come back as a seagull, free to fly wherever the wind carried me. On the last day of my life, the weather was unusually beautiful. The setting sun turned the ocean into a sheet of brilliant gold, so beautiful it looked unreal.

I whispered. The voice replied— “The second Luna.”