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.

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

I question my own judgment and the choices that led me here. Trust, once given so freely, now feels

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

my heart from the first time that I saw him. He had caught me hook, line and sinker

trust him when I couldn’t entirely. Trust is something that is taken for granted until you’ve lost it, and

him willingly, only for him to show me how easily love

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

smile that is pained. Sees past our flaws and

don’t know what hurts more, the betrayal of trust broken or losing the hope of a future that he led me to believe could be ours when in

won’t hurt so much, maybe one day I will no longer yearn for him or

say quietly, knowing that if he continues to chase me, it will only make it harder

Zaia,”

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

“I don’t-”

missed the other’s births… I don’t want to do the same with

can be in the hall outside the birthing room when the time comes,” I say with a

it’s a

brow, and he

face, he’s about to reach for. it before swiftly moving his hand back and shoving it in his