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.⋆｡⋆🩸˚｡⋆｡˚🌗˚｡⋆. ◟ ✦ I promised that I would try. ❞
LUNA KNIGHT GRIPPED THE STEERING WHEEL TIGHTER, her knuckles white as she slowly drove down the overgrown lane toward the Cullen household. Every instinct screamed at her to turn around, to drive straight to La Push, to Jacob—one of the few people who could make her feel anything other than the numb emptiness that had consumed her for months. But something stronger, something darker, pulled her forward.
The trees closed in around her, their branches arching over the lane like skeletal fingers, forming a tunnel that seemed to grow darker and more oppressive with each twist and turn. Her breath hitched, her chest tightening as if the very air were being sucked out of the car. She wasn't sure if it was the nightmares that had brought her here or something else, something even more terrifying—a need to confront the past, to see if anything remained of the life she once knew.
The words echoed in her mind, cold and empty, It will be as if I'd never existed.
She tried to rationalize her reasons for returning to this place, the epicenter of her heartbreak. Maybe she was just broken—mentally, physically, and even magically. Her powers, once a source of control and strength, had become unpredictable, a painful reminder of the life she'd lost. Some days she could move objects with ease, and on others, she couldn't even muster a spark. She didn't dare use them anymore, not since he left. The memories were too raw, too painful.
The car slowed as the dense overgrowth parted, revealing the Cullen house, now a ghost of its former self. The once-beautiful house was now eerily silent, its windows dark and empty, like hollow eyes staring back at her. The sight of it sent a shiver down her spine. The house had always been a refuge, a place of warmth and love, but now it felt like a grave, a place where her heart had been buried alive.
Luna slammed on the brakes, her heart pounding in her chest. She jumped out of the car, the engine still running, and approached the house, her steps hesitant, as if the ground beneath her might give way at any moment. The thick, green ferns had overtaken the lawn, swallowing the porch and creeping up the walls like a living shroud. She stopped at the foot of the porch stairs, her breath coming in short, painful gasps.
There was no trace of them, no lingering presence to comfort or torment her. The house was just an empty shell, a cruel reminder of what she'd lost. Her feet felt rooted to the ground, her body paralyzed by fear and sorrow. She wasn't sure if she could bear to look inside. What if the rooms were as empty as she felt? What if everything was just as they'd left it, as if they'd simply vanished, leaving her behind?
