The Jilted Luna

Give him a chance

Third Person POV

Time passed unnoticed until a soft knock sounded at the door.

“Leave it outside,” Carlisle called, his voice edged with irritation, not bothering to break away.

By the time he stepped out to retrieve the tray, the food had already cooled. When he returned, Victoria had slipped back into unconsciousness. Later, when she stirred again, he made sure she ate, though it was slow going. She was too weak to move on her own, and he had to guide her through it, patient in a way that did not match the intensity he had shown before.

Once she finished, he ate what remained, then pushed the cart back outside without a second thought.

And then, as if nothing had interrupted him at all, he returned to her.

It continued like that, over and over, as though time no longer mattered. As though exhaustion did not apply to him. There was something relentless in the way he stayed close to her, something unyielding that made it feel less like a choice and more like an instinct he could not ignore.

Victoria begged him to stop more than once. Her voice broke, her body trembling with strain as she felt herself reaching her limits again and again. But it never seemed to be enough to make him pull back.

For three days and three nights, the pattern did not change.

He gave her little time to recover, only enough to keep her going before pulling her back into the same overwhelming cycle. The only times he stepped away were when it was absolutely necessary, just long enough to bring food and make sure she had the strength to endure more.

By the end of it, even time itself felt blurred.

When it finally stopped, it stopped all at once.

They both slept through the entire day, wrapped around each other, too drained to move. When Victoria opened her eyes again, the world had gone dark.

The curtains shifted softly in the breeze, cool air slipping through the open window. Carlisle’s arm rested over her, heavy but protective, holding her in place even in sleep.

For the first time in what felt like forever, her mind was clear.

Slowly, she turned onto her side, her gaze settling on his face. The darkness made it hard to see him clearly, but her senses filled in the gaps, allowing her to make out the faint outline of his features.

She watched him in silence, her thoughts beginning to gather.

Over the past three days, he had made her feel like she was everything to him. Like she mattered. Like he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

And somehow, the bond between them felt different now. Not whole, not completely healed, but no longer as painful as it had been before. The constant ache had dulled, replaced by something softer, something that pulled at her in a way she could not ignore.

Should she give him a chance?

The question lingered in her mind, heavy and uncertain.

Part of her wanted to believe in what she had felt, in what he had shown her. But another part of her could not forget everything that came before it. The way he shifted between warmth and cold, the way he could make her feel wanted one moment and unwanted the next.

If that was what awaited her, then maybe it would be better to walk away. To endure the pain once and be done with it, rather than stay and let it stretch on endlessly.

And there was still Raquel.

The thought alone tightened something in her chest, adding to the weight of her indecision.

Her mind and her heart refused to agree. Logic told her to leave, to protect herself while she still could. But her heart… her heart held onto the memory of these past days, insisting that it had meant something real.

“What are you thinking?”

Carlisle’s voice broke through her thoughts, low and rough with sleep.

She looked up, meeting his gaze in the dim light. He did not say anything else. Instead, he leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to her forehead.

It was a small gesture, but it sent a quiet ripple through her chest, making everything feel even more complicated than it already was.