His Human Luna Managed to Get Away Chapter 15

His Human Luna Managed to Get Away Chapter 15 Under The Moonlight

Nia hadn’t believed Soren would back off so easily-and she was proven right soon enough.

He bought a house less than two hundred yards from hers.

Every dawn without fail, he lingered by her mailbox, leaving bunches of wild roses heavy with fresh morning dew, no note or signature to mark who they came from At dusk, he would repair the splintered fence worn loose by salty coastal winds, then slipped away without a single word.

Nia chose to pretend she never noticed any of it.

She knew him too well. Cold silence was the only language he might understand.

Until the fifth morning. When she pulled open her front door, she found him huddled in her garden. yanking out weeds with nothing but his bare palms.

Dew had soaked the cuffs of his shirt. His fingertips were scratched raw from the thorns, dotted with ›lood.

Nia felt a sudden, sharp irritation.

She stood firm on the porch and fixed him with an icy stare. “I don’t want or need your help.”

He lifted his head, and she caught a flicker of pitiful, desperate hope glinting in his eyes. “I just… I only wanted to help a little.”

Help?” Her voice rose sharply, tinged with something raw and defensive. “What have you ever helped me with? Help me miscarry? Help them drain my blood?

The memories surged back, and her grip on her emotions began to slip.

She stopped short, chest heaving. “Soren, what will it take for you to leave me for good?”

He rose to his feet, wiping his dirt-stained hands on his trousers in helpless habit. “I just… wanted to see

you.”

Have you seen enough?” Her face was unreadable. “Then get out.”

Soren stood frozen. And then the rain came.

The weather had been clear and bright only minutes ago. In the blink of an eye, cold rain soaked him to the bone, yet he refused to take a single step away.

“Go back to your place.”

She threw the door shut and did not come out again.

Deep into the quiet small hours of the night, she woke and wandered downstairs. Glancing through the window, she spotted a lone figure lingering out in the yard.

Soren was gazing quietly up at her window. Moonlight stretched his shadow across the ground-long.

She yanked the window spen, her voice shaking “Are you out of your mind?”

His eyes burned in the darkness, unnaturally bright. Tjust… couldn’t sleep

“Fine.” She nodded, an cerie, unnerving calm settling over her features. “Soren, listen carefully”

She spoke each word as if carving it into stone. you dare appear in front of me again, I will leave Finthyr at once. This time, I will find a place you will never reach. You can tear the world apart, but you will never see me again.”

Soren’s face went bloodless.

As if finally pushed past her last limit, Nia pinned him with a cold final stare. “This is the last warning I will give you. You know I can do it.”

The rain picked up once more, clinging in glistening strands to his eyelashes. He parted his lips as if to beg ›r argue, yet in the end, he only stepped backward-one step, then another.

All right.” His voice was nearly swallowed by the rain. “I’ll go.”

Three days later, Nia was sure he had truly left.

She stood in the empty yard, and the silence felt almost unreal.

The sun was warm. Next door, Jeline was trimming her roses. When she spotted Nia, she waved with a >right smile. “Sweetheart, come give me a hand?”

Via walked over and found a young man in a white shirt crouched among the flower beds, tending to eedlings.

This is my grandson, Lorin,” Jeline announced proudly. “He’s a doctor.”

Lorin looked up and smiled. “We meet again.”

Via blinked, then recognized him from their earlier encounters.

They spent the whole afternoon working side by side in the garden.

Lorin turned the damp soil while Nia pruned overgrown branches. Jeline settled comfortably in her woven wicker chair, guiding their work and passing them tall glasses of chilled fresh lemonade.

“This rose was planted by my late husband,” Jeline said, brushing her fingers over a deep crimson bloom. “He used to say that love is like a rose-only through the sharp pain of pruning can it bloom fully and beautifully.”

Nia’s hands paused midmotion.

“Does it hurt?” Lorin asked quietly.

She looked up and saw him glancing at the puncture scars on her wrist.

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was peroptive Be had likely noticed for unusual ears long ago. But he had a gentle sense of boundaries even his concern was ineasured

It hasn’t hurt for a long time she sand solity

He nodded and didn’t press further Instead, he handed her a young seedling Went to try this? Lavender Its calming

As the sun began to sink toward the horizon, they arranged the trimmed flowers into vases together

Lorin’s fingers were long and deft. He quickly turned the tangled branches into an elegant, layered composition.

A medical student who knows flower arranging?” Nia teased, more at ease now after an afternoot in his

company.

He pushed up his glasses and smiled. “My grandmother says there’s no real difference between a surgeon and a florist. Both have to find beauty in broken things.”

eline chimed in with a sly, knowing smile. “And he’s still single.”

‘Grandma!” Lorin’s ears flushed crimson.

Nia laughed. It was the first genuine, wholehearted laugh she had let out since arriving in Finthyr.