His Human Luna Managed to Get Away Chapter 13

His Human Luna Managed to Get Away Chapter 13 Healing Tides

The rains had just liked or Northveil, and damp grassy scents lingered heavy in the breeze

Nia pushed open the window of her little seaside house, and sunlight flooded the room

This blue-and-white cottage was bought with the money Soren’s mother had given her It wasn’t bag but it had a small balcony overlooking the sea-good enough.

She idly brewed coffee. The rising steam carried a rich, mellow aroma of milk

The doctor had said her anemia needed care, so she had started learning to cook simple meals-fried eggs, toast, and vegetable salati.

Plain, but with a simple, pleasant ease.

A kind of ease she had never known before.

She’d once believed sharing a roof with another soul, three warm meals together through every turn of the four seasons, was the purest bliss life could offer.

Yet now she understood-solitude held its own quiet comfort.

Sometimes in the shower, she would stare blankly at the scar on her chest.

That raw, bloody wound had faded into a pale pink mark.

Strange how the pain that once made her faint now barely registered to the touch.

To nurse her body back to health, Nia went grocery shopping every day and made her own soups and meals.

Crouching to read the price tags inside the trading hall, she fainted out of the blue.

The low blood sugar came out of nowhere. Just before her vision went black, she barely managed to grab the shelf.

When she woke up, she was lying on a bench in a hospital hallway, with a nurse calling for a doctor

‘Do you understand Northveilish?”

A crisp male voice came from above.

Nia looked up and saw a Northveil-featured doctor in a white coat poring over her patient file. The nameplate read “Dr. Thorne.”

“Just low blood sugar,” she said, pushing herself up. Her eyes caught on the scar on his hand for a

heartbeat.

Maybe it was just her own trauma talking, but seeing that scar made her think he might have a story too.

The doctor followed her gaze to his wrist. “Lab accident in med school.” He handed her a juice box “You

Nia thanked him and did say mote.

The man spoke again. “My name is Lorin Thorne. I spent some time in the Northveil when I was young”

His cool, clear voice was pleasant to the ear. Nia gave a polite smile. Tm Nia Reed. I just arrived in Finthyr.”

She thought it was just a chance encounter with a fellow countryman far from home. She had no idea they would meet again so soon.

With nothing else to do, she went down to watch the sea.

Nia was barefoot, picking up seashells, when someone called out, Watch out for jefryfish.”

She turned and saw Dr. Thorne standing on the rocks with a medical bag. He had swapped his white coat for a casual gray hoodie.

“On vacation?” she asked.

“House call.” He gestured at a distant fishing boat. “One of the crew has a fever.”

When Lorin came back down from the boat, Nia was still sitting in the same spot.

He smiled and settled down beside her. “Stunning, isn’t it? Northveil lays claim to the most breathtaking coastline under the sky.”

“Sitting here all afternoon,” Nia said with a sigh, “you can forget a lot of unhappy things.”

Nature was healing. Especially a sea that stretched on forever.

It made you realize how small you were-so what were love and pain and all those passions in the grand scheme of things?

When the tide crept over her feet, Nia instinctively stepped back.

Lorin noticed keenly. “Afraid of the water?”

“Almost drowned as a child,” she murmured lightly, brushing the dark memory aside to speak of something brighter. “The sunsets here are gorgeous too.”

They didn’t speak again after that. They just sat at opposite ends of the rock, watching the sun sink little by little into the sea.

Only when darkness fully fell did Lorin stand to leave. “Remember to eat on time.”

Nia nodded and watched him walk away, his figure swallowed by the night.

The sun rose as usual. Nia had learned to stop paying attention to the news back home. She was learning

to live well.

Every morning, she went to the flower shop nearby and bought some flowers.

The owner was a warm hearted old Finthyr woman, who always tucked an extra sunflower into her hands “A gift for a pretty girl the old lady said, winking. “You should smite more”

Nia walked home with the flowers in her arms, remembering those words. The corners of her mouth lifted

ad through her chest. Passing the harbor, she stopped to watch the fishermen unload their

opped wildly on the deck. The air smelled of sea salt and diesel.

bustle held her there for a long time, until the setting sun stretched her shadow far behind her.

e, she noticed a tiny thorn on the sunflower’s stem. It prficked her finger.

of blood surfaced. For a moment, she flashed back to the last time she was home-the bodyguards g her down to draw blood.

put the bleeding finger in her mouth. The metallic taste spread on her tongue, and it no longer med bitter.

ia always tried not to think about the past, carefully hiding the bitterness in her heart. But now, thinking bout it openly, she didn’t feel any discomfort.

she said softly to herself, “It’s all in the past.”