The letter that Sirius had given her again and again over the years, each time Luna had worn out the previous copy through painful reading…
A tradition of two desperate father and daughter trying to capture a love that had been stolen before they could properly appreciate what they'd had.
Luna did overcome that…
She had already not taken the last letter from Sirius, trying to prove the seriousness of her decision, but…
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PRESENT
Ren's anxious mana had brought her memories back, those that were always too close to the surface, from the past that never really became past because it still hurt in the present with fresh intensity.
Luna was dancing mechanically, her body moving through the correct steps while her mind was trapped in that terrible day. Some kind of autopilot carrying her through the motions while her consciousness remained elsewhere.
The day that changed everything.
The day her mother didn't come back.
