|Luna Moore|
The morning light filters through the curtains, golden and soft. The sound of waves crashing against the shore is steady, rhythmic, grounding. For the first time in a long time, I wake up feeling... lighter.
Not fixed. Not healed. But lighter.
I stretch, my muscles sore from tossing and turning, and roll over—only to find Aurelia sitting cross-legged on the floor beside the bed, holding a steaming cup of tea in her hands. She's watching me, her expression unreadable.
I blink. "Are you—?"
"I made you tea," she interrupts, pushing the cup toward me like a peace offering.
I sit up slowly, eyeing her. "You don't drink tea."
"I do now."
I raise a brow, suspicious. "You hate tea."
She shrugs. "Well, I love you, and you love tea, so..." She trails off, looking uncharacterist
