La Luna - His Time || Bruno Madrigal Fanfic || Book Two

Recollections

*trigger warning in this chapter*

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Bruno's POV

Her letters in ink, permanently ingrained over my skin, reminded me of why I'm doing this. I ran my hand over her moon, tracing its shape. Mi Luna. She flowed through my veins, absorbed like the ink itself. She's worth it all, they're worth it. If I could trade places with her fate I would.

My reflection in the dirty mirror of the bar as I tried to give myself courage looked tired. Who the hell am I without her? The reflection stared back at me. Tell me, I glared.

A sudden wave of sorrow hit me through our bond. I had to grab the sink to steady myself before I collapsed under her emotions. She hadn't felt this much sadness in days. What would make her crumble like this? It was painful to feel. I told myself she would be okay when I left but it's been ten days and she's still hurting. Only a few more days, I told myself. I clutched my chest, letting her ravage me through our bond. I should feel every ounce of this... I should have to suffer with her. Am I a horrible man for leaving her? She just didn't know what was at stake and there was no way I was letting her find out. At least not yet, not right now.

"Mi amor, calma....", I whispered it at the dirty mirror. She needs me, too much. I have to do something... Taking a deep breath I cleared my thoughts. I can do this. I'm more powerful than I know, than any of them think I am. She gave me that strength. Pushing myself up, I make my way back into our guest room at the bar. Everyone else was downstairs, waiting for me to join them so we could head out. They could wait a little longer, I sighed.

"I'm coming mi vida... Hold on.", I sat myself onto the mattress that faced the open window. The blue hue of her moon the only light in the room. Crossing my legs, I closed my eyes and focused. There was a special place in my heart that I created just for us, fueled by only good memories. One I often sent myself to when I laid awake at night, wishing for nothing more than to see her face and feel her skin on mine. This was a place between the sand and the stardust. Where our hearts could meet.

Letting all my energy out, my gift pulsed, searching for hers. It was weak and she could barely find her gift herself currently. But the connection was there. It'd always be there. "Come to me...", I whispered, tugging at her. I could hear her.. She was sobbing quietly to herself in front of me. Opening my eyes, her beautiful shape silhouetted against the crescent blue glow. Still as perfect as I remembered, with her curves and long wavy golden hair.

"Shh.. calma.. calma.. mi amor..", I cooed, trying to soothe her ache. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I noticed her frail state, slightly thinner even if her stomach didn't show it. God, had she not been eating? I had to hold back my tears at the thought.

After we had spoken and she calmed down somewhat, I pulled her into the sand with me. This place always relaxed me and I knew it would help her too. Even if it was just for a small while, I could at least give her this comfort. Her body melted into mine as she drifted to sleep in my arms. Our hands rested over her tiny bump, our Diego. Knowing that I could still change Luna's outcome, for Diego, for our family, that's what gave me courage. Interlocking our fingers, I took one last look at her. An idea formed as I gazed down.

Pulling out the pen that I kept in my pocket, I wrote my name over her arm, on the same place hers sat on mine. I grinned, adding my own hourglass shape next to the final letter. The irony of this role reversal wasn't lost on me. She'd know, just as I had back then, that this wasn't a dream. I'll always come for her when she needs me. "Perfect..", I say as I let myself get pulled back towards my body.

Opening my eyes to the sea of mattresses instead of our ocean, I exhaled. If only we had more time. Quickly grabbing my journal, I jotted down some words that came to me while I had held her on our beach.