I Am The Luna

His acceptance of my decision feels like a wave of serenity washing over me. My lungs no longer feel like the air is being squeezed from them.

I can finally breathe, finally try to move on from the torment of my own mind. I need to heal before I can even consider being with another.

His brokén promises and betrayal feel like he had cut a wound to the very core of my being.

It’s as if the ground beneath me had suddenly given way, leaving me in a state of shock and disbelief. Those were emotions I can’t forget, even when I truly want to.

The pain was sharp and unexpected, and when I had clung to the hope that this time, he would not betray me, believing and trusting him implicitly, he broke me.

We now gaze into one another’s eyes, and I find myself engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions – hurt, sadness, guilt – but above them all there is a sense of profound peace that is hard to articulate.

I feel guilty, knowing why he did what he did, hurt because despite it I had suffered greatly and the sadness that I feel deep inside that no matter what, in the end, I must always prepare to be alone. That I should never have looked to another for support and protection because the only person who will not leave you is yourself.

end, when I needed him the most, he cast me aside like I meant nothing more than the clothes he wears. I know he loves me, but love is not always enough. I need to heal the wound that is bleeding within me, and only then can I

with this new reality, I question my own judgment and the choices that led me here. Trust, once given so freely, now feels like a dangerous gamble, and I can no longer play that game. I’m done being

be deemed selfish, but I’m ok… I know what I have done for others and for everyone around me. I know the love I feel for those important to me, for my packs and my people, but for myself, I am ready to be selfish because they aren’t the ones in my shoes. I’m the one living with the constant reminder that I was never enough. When

I gaze into those piercing blue eyes that captured my heart from the first time that I saw him. He had

couldn’t entirely. Trust is something that is taken for granted

same as love, that was another thing I gave him willingly,

to breathe, is it truly love or just some hope we all have? We all wish desperately for that one person that truly sees

person who sees through the smile that is pained. Sees past our flaws and still loves us

trust broken or losing the hope of a future that he led me to believe could be ours when

day I will no longer yearn for him or maybe one

he continues to chase me, it will only make it harder for

Zaia,” he replies

my stomach, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. “Will

“I don’t-”

the other’s births… I don’t want

be in the hall outside the birthing room when the time comes,” I

Then it’s a

cock a brow, and he smirks. “Ok, not a

for. it before swiftly moving his hand back and shoving it in his pocket and I slowly