my luna

Chapter Third perspective Luna never understood what she has done wrong. One moment, she stood in the grand hallway of her family’s mansion, her voice trembling as she tried to defend herself. The next, pain shattered through her stomach —sharp, sudden, unreal. Her sister stood before her,eyes cold and unshaken. Behind her were her parents who watched in silence. Not a single word was spoken. Not a single hand reached out. Luna fell to her knees, struggling to breathe, her vision blurring as blood soaked through her clothes. when she looked up again they have already turned away. The heavy gates of the mansion opened. And just like that, she was dragged outside — left alone at the entrance of a home that no longer felt like hers. The gate closed behind her not to protect her but to erase her The sound of footsteps broke through the silence. A figure appeared at the gate, slowing down as they noticed the shape on the ground. “Luna?” a voice called out, confused at first… then sharp with panic. It was her friend — someone who had known her before everything in her life started falling apart. She had been the one person Luna trusted outside that house. The friend rushed forward and dropped to her knees beside her. “Oh my God… Luna, what happened to you?” Luna’s lips trembled. She tried to speak, but only a weak breath came out. Her friend didn’t wait for answers. Her hands were already shaking as she pulled out her phone. “I’m calling an ambulance. Just stay with me, okay? Don’t close your eyes.” Tears filled her eyes as she looked at the mansion gates behind them — still glowing, still quiet, as if nothing had happened inside. Like Luna was nothing. “Please… just hold on,” Maya whispered again. Minutes later, sirens cut through the silence. An ambulance pulled up fast, lights flashing across the empty road. Maya stepped back quickly as trained medical personnel rushed out and took control without hesitation. “No security, no interference, just urgent action filled the space.” “Move—she needs to go now,” one of them said firmly. Maya didn’t argue. She stayed close as they lifted Luna carefully onto the stretcher. For a moment, her hand was still in Luna’s. Then it slipped away. “No…” Maya breathed, panic flashing in her eyes. But it was already happening too fast. “I’m coming with her,” Maya said immediately, climbing into the ambulance without waiting for permission. The doors shut. And the vehicle sped off into the night, leaving the mansion silent behind them—like it had swallowed its own crime. In the same city, there existed a family that people rarely spoke about directly, not because they were unknown, but because their influence carried a quiet weight that made their name feel unnecessary to repeat out loud. They lived far from public attention, yet everything around them seemed to move in subtle response to their presence, as if the city itself understood where certain power rested. And in that family was the heir, a young man named Ethan. Ethan had always been composed, the kind of person whose silence spoke more than words ever could, and whose decisions were never questioned because they were rarely seen in motion unless something truly mattered. For a long time, nothing had disrupted that calm surface of his life. Until that moment. A message arrived through his security, brief and unembellished, but enough to change the atmosphere around him instantly. Luna. Hospital. Injuried. There was no explanation, no context, nothing to soften the impact of those words, yet they settled in him like something already understood on a deeper level. For a moment, he didn’t react at all, as though the world around him had paused just long enough for him to process a name that should not have carried that kind of weight. Then quietly, almost uncertainly at first, he said it. “…Luna.” And then again, sharper, as if trying to confirm what he had just heard. “Luna?” Something shifted in his expression at that exact moment, subtle but undeniable, like control giving way to instinct, and before anyone in the room could understand what had changed, he stood up abruptly, the chair behind him scraping against the floor. “What is happening?” his father asked immediately, his tone firm and demanding. His mother turned toward him with concern forming in her eyes. “Where are you going so suddenly?” His sister stepped forward, confusion written clearly on her face. “You’re leaving? Now? Who is Luna? You’ve never mentioned anyone like that before.” But Ethan didn’t answer any of them, not because he didn’t hear them, but because their words no longer reached the part of him that had already decided to move. “Stop him,” his father ordered sharply. “You don’t walk out without explaining yourself.” Still, he continued toward the door, his steps steady but faster now, as if something unseen had already pulled him beyond the room itself. His mother followed him a few steps, her voice soft but urgent. “At least tell us what is going on, Ethan. Don’t just leave like this.” Even his sister’s frustration rose again. “You can’t just walk out and say nothing!” But there was still no answer, no explanation, only the growing silence that followed him like a shadow as he reached the door. Then he paused for a brief moment, long enough for everyone to notice, and in that stillness his voice finally broke through—low, controlled, but carrying something deeper that no one in the room had ever heard from him before. “…Luna.” A pause. Then quieter, almost like a confession he didn’t intend to reveal. “My Luna.” And with that, Ethan left. The door closed behind him, and the house remained filled with questions that had no answers, only the lingering weight of a name they now could not forget. Without hesitation, he made his way straight to the hospital, not announcing his arrival, not calling ahead, and not explaining himself to anyone along the way, as though the only thing that mattered now was getting there before something else could happen. But something about his presence made it shift again. Staff began moving differently—quieter, faster, more careful. Whispers followed him, but no one dared to stop him. He kept walking. Straight. Focused. Like he already knew where he was going. Maya was still nearby, watching everything unfold with confusion building in her chest. Then she noticed something else. A nurse stepping away quickly from a side corridor. Another one avoiding eye contact. A short phone call ended too fast. Something didn’t feel normal. Not just because of Ethan. But because of what was being avoided. Earlier, in another part of the hospital… A nurse stood frozen as a phone call came through. The voice on the other end was calm. Too calm. Luna’s mother. Short instructions Clear tone. No emotion. Just control. “Make sure she doesn’t leave this hospital room in any condition that brings her back to us.” A pause. Then the call ended. No explanation needed. The nurse didn’t move for a moment. Just stood there. Then slowly put the phone down. And said nothing to anyone. Back in the hallway… Maya’s grip tightened around her own hands. Something was wrong here. Not just the injury. Not just the silence from the family. But something deeper. Intentional. And then—Ethan stopped completely His head lifted slightly Because now he could feel it too Luna was close . And nothing else mattered anymore. Maya stepped forward the moment he stopped, but her confidence didn’t last long because as she got closer and finally saw him properly, everything in her seemed to freeze at once. It wasn’t just that he looked unfamiliar or different from anyone she had ever met, it was the way the entire hospital corridor subtly reacted to him, the way staff lowered their voices, the way people avoided direct eye contact, and the way even movement around him seemed carefully controlled as if his presence alone demanded space. Maya tried to speak, but her words got stuck before they could form properly, and her expression slowly shifted from confusion to shock as recognition started to creep in. She had heard about him before like everyone else in the city had, not in detail, but in the way powerful names were passed around in whispers and assumptions, and now standing right in front of her, it finally made sense why people reacted the way they did. Her hand slowly lowered from its defensive position as her confidence faded without her permission, replaced by something she didn’t expect—pure disbelief. For a moment she just stared at him, completely silent, her mind struggling to process why someone like Ethan, someone whose name alone carried weight, would be standing in the same place as her injured friend. Around them, nurses passing by stole quick glances, clearly recognizing him too, their reactions small but unmistakable, and Maya noticed every single one of them, which only deepened her confusion. People like him didn’t just appear in places like this without reason, and definitely not for situations that were supposed to be ordinary. Her mouth opened again as if she might finally ask the question forming in her mind, but no sound came out, and she remained frozen in place, completely unable to respond as reality slowly sank in. Ethan didn’t stop to explain anything, and he didn’t look at Maya again after that moment of confusion passed between them. Instead, he simply continued walking, calm on the outside but clearly driven by something that made everything else in the corridor feel irrelevant, as though the world around him had narrowed down to only one direction. Maya still stood frozen where she was, watching him pass, her mind still struggling to process who he was and why someone like him would be here, but he was already moving away from her attention and toward the deeper part of the hospital where Luna was. The closer he got, the more the atmosphere seemed to shift again, nurses stepping aside quietly and staff exchanging quick, uncertain glances that they didn’t dare voice aloud. No one stopped him, not because they were told not to, but because something about his presence made it feel unnecessary to question him. He reached the corridor leading to the patient rooms, his pace slowing only slightly now, as if he could feel the exact place he needed to be without being directed. Inside one of the rooms, Luna lay still, weak and unconscious, the events of the night still written across her condition even in silence, while Maya remained behind in the hallway, finally beginning to understand that what she was witnessing wasn’t ordinary at all. And then Ethan stopped right outside the door, his hand hovering near it for a brief moment before he pushed it open, and everything inside him seemed to quiet at once as he finally saw her. Ethan stepped fully into the room and closed the door gently behind him, as if even the smallest sound didn’t deserve to disturb what he was seeing. For a moment, he just stood there, looking at Luna in silence, his expression unreadable but different from before—no longer just focused, but something quieter, something deeper. Then he moved forward slowly and took the seat placed near her bed, sitting down directly in front of her as though it was the only natural place for him to be. He didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he simply reached out and held her hand carefully, not tightly, but in a way that felt steady, almost protective, like he was trying to make sure she was still there and not slipping away from him. His gaze stayed on her face the entire time, completely fixed, as if everything else in the room had stopped existing. Behind him, Maya finally started to move again, slowly coming out of the shock that had held her frozen in place. She blinked a few times, as if trying to reset her mind, and then looked properly into the room, her eyes landing on Ethan still holding Luna’s hand, and that was when reality fully hit her all over again. Her breath caught slightly, confusion and disbelief returning, because nothing about this made sense to her, not the way he had arrived, not the way he had ignored everything, and definitely not the way he was sitting there now like Luna meant something far beyond what anyone had been told. The room stayed quiet for a few seconds, except for the soft sound of machines and Luna’s faint breathing, while Ethan remained seated beside her, still holding her hand as if letting go was not something he was willing to consider at that moment. Maya stood near the doorway, still trying to steady her thoughts, when Ethan finally spoke without turning his head, his voice low and controlled but no longer distant. “You’re her friend,” he said simply, not as a question, but as a statement. Maya blinked slightly, surprised that he was speaking to her at all, and after a brief pause she nodded. “Yes… I’m Maya.” Ethan finally lifted his eyes from Luna, just slightly, enough to acknowledge her presence properly for the first time. “Thank you,” he said quietly, and the words carried more weight than Maya expected, not because they were emotional, but because they felt sincere in a way she couldn’t immediately understand. Before Maya could respond, the atmosphere outside the room shifted again, this time more noticeably, as footsteps approached with purpose and urgency. Down the corridor, Ethan’s family had arrived after receiving information from his security, their presence immediately drawing attention from staff who tried to maintain composure while guiding them through. His father walked ahead with a firm expression, his mother close behind with concern written across her face, and his sister followed, visibly confused and unsettled by everything she had been told in fragments. They were led toward a viewing area near the corridor window, and from there they could see into the room where Ethan was sitting. And what they saw made them pause. Ethan, who rarely showed emotional attachment to anything, was sitting beside a hospital bed, holding the hand of a girl they had never seen before, completely still and focused as if nothing else in the world mattered. Their eyes shifted between him and Luna, confusion deepening, especially in his sister’s expression as she leaned slightly closer to the glass. “That’s her…” she said quietly, almost unsure of her own words, her gaze fixed on the unconscious girl. “That’s the person he left everything for?” His mother said nothing, but her eyes stayed on Luna longer than anyone else’s, studying her carefully, while his father’s expression remained unreadable, though clearly unsettled by the situation unfolding in front of them. Inside the room, Ethan didn’t turn to look at them, as if he already knew they were there, but chose to ignore everything outside that moment. And for the first time, it became clear to his family that whatever connection existed between Ethan and this girl… was not something simple.