I Am The Luna

Chapter 0313

ZAIA.

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 broken 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

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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

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

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

I gaze into those piercing blue eyes that captured my

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time that I saw him. He had caught me hook, line and sinker from that day and

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

same as love, that was another thing I gave him willingly, only for him to show me how easily love could break

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

is pained. Sees past our flaws and still loves

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 reality,

so much, maybe one day I will no longer yearn for him or maybe one day I will realise he is my destination… and I will await that day.

I say quietly, knowing that if he continues to chase

he replies in

apple bobbing as he swallows hard. “Will you at least let me see the children and be there when

“I don’t-”

births… I don’t want to do the

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

it’s a

he smirks. “Ok, not