Shattered Moonlight, Broken Luna Chapter 06

Shattered Moonlight, Broken Luna Chapter 06

His knees hit the floor and the glass went straight through the fabric. Blood spread fast across his expensive dress pants.

But he didn’t seem to feel it. He shuffled forward on his knees until he reached me, reaching for the hem of my skirt like a drowning wolf. “I am sorry, I really didn’t know…”

“If I had known, I would have sold a kidney, sold my blood, anything to save your dad! I would never have left you to deal with that alone.”

“How is he now? Tell me where he is. I will put him in the best pack hospital, bring in the best healers. I don’t care how much it costs.”

He rambled, voice shaking, eyes full of desperate hope, as if money could still rewind time.

I looked down at the guy sobbing at my feet. My gaze stayed calm.

Some sins could be repaired.

Some were paid in lives.

“Damien, save it.” I cut through his fantasy, my tone glacial. “My dad is dead.”

Damien’s body went rigid. His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

“It was a week after that storm,” I said, as calmly as if I were telling someone else’s story.

“We never raised the money for the surgery. They missed the best window to operate. He lay in the ICU for seven days, in constant pain, and then he passed.”

“In the end, he still held my hand and told me not to blame you. He said, ‘Damien has it hard enough. Don’t make things worse for him over money.'”

“Damian, you say you want to save him now. Can you turn the clock back to that day?”

The moment I mentioned my dad, something inside my chest twisted. That heart had been torn to pieces too many times to count, but it still knew how to hurt.

The memory dragged me back to that suffocating summer seven years ago.

We had been juniors.

He was the golden boy of the finance department.

I was the good student in the art academy.

To everyone else, we were the fated couple, poor but happy. We stayed in the library until closing, ate the cheapest tacos from street stalls, and fancied about the future together.

He said one day he would make so much money he would buy a big pack house, bring my dad to live with us, and put the biggest diamond ring he could find on my finger.

Even the air had tasted sweet.

Until that phone call shattered everything. “Chloe, your dad collapsed at the construction site for brain hemorrhage. Come to the pack hospital, now.”

I ran there like a lunatic. All I saw was my father on the bed, covered in tubes, unconscious.

The healer’s tone was as cold as the tiles under my feet. “We need to operate immediately. Prepare a fifty-thousand deposit. Follow-up costs will be at least another two hundred thousand.”

Fifty thousand.

For the Damien of today, that was the price of a bottle of wine.

But for the girl I had been, it was a mountain I could not even see the top of.

My father had broken his back on job sites to put me through school. We had no savings. I called every relative in my contact list and collected a full set of polite refusals and rolled eyes.

“Chloe, it is not that your aunt doesn’t want to help, you know your cousin just bought a house…”

“Brain bleeds are a money pit. Even if he survives, he will probably be paralyzed. Maybe you should let him go…”

That was the day I learned exactly how thin “family” really was.

I hit the wall.

In the end, I thought of Damien. I knew he didn’t have money either. He lived off scholarships. But he had just received a generous national scholarship, and he had savings from tutoring. Together, it might come to ten or twenty thousand.

Even if it was not enough, as long as he stood next to me and tried to think of solutions with me, I would feel grounded.

I kept calling him, but no one answered. Outside, the rain came harder and harder, like it wanted to drown the entire city.

I stood at the end of the hospital corridor, staring out at the lightning and thunder, fingers shaking as I typed that text.

[Damien, please help my dad. I am begging you. I just need fifty thousand… I will spend the rest of my life paying you back.]

Message sent.

I stared at the screen. Every second felt like an eternity.

My phone chimed. I opened it with all the hope I had left.

Two words dropped me into icy hell: [Get lost!]