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𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 had passed, and luna was finally back in england.

after eight long years.

eight years since she had walked these terminals with a broken heart and a suitcase packed by someone else. eight years since benny's funeral, since ruby's soft goodbye at the airport, since everything familiar became too heavy to carry. and now, here she was again, same country, same clouds, same wind, but this time, not alone.

"mami... is this it?" martina's sleepy voice tugged at her sleeve, the little girl blinking through the fog of travel as they stepped into the arrivals hall of heathrow.

luna nodded, gently squeezing her daughter's hand. "sí, mi vida. this is it. we're home."

home.

the word felt strange on her tongue. this wasn't medellín's mountain breeze or the comforting scent of abuela's café de olla. this was grey skies, airport tannoys, and cold air that smelled faintly of rain and something metallic. and yet, it wasn't unfamiliar. it pulled at something buried deep, something she had folded away and left untouched. a past that had been still for too long.

martina yawned, clutching her stuffed rabbit tight to her chest, her coat slightly too big for her arms. luna reached down, brushing the girl's curls out of her face, then scanned the crowds around them, no familiar faces, no welcome signs, but that was expected. this return wasn't meant to be a spectacle. jürgen had arranged a car to meet them, and their new flat would be waiting. she didn't need anyone to greet her at the gate.

still... her chest ached with a quiet longing. something she didn't dare name.

"do you think we'll like it here, mami?" martina asked, voice muffled into her coat.

luna gave her a small smile, the kind that carried the weight of both hope and fear. "i think we'll love it, mi amor. it's where everything's about to begin again."

they walked through the glass doors together, luna wheeling the suitcase behind them with one hand, the other holding tight to martina's. a gust of cold wind greeted them like an old friend.

welcome back, it seemed to whisper.

as they stepped into the black town car waiting outside, luna glanced up at the sky. the clouds were thick, like brushed steel, but she could feel something shifting beneath them.

she had no idea what was waiting on the other side of this journey, if jordan still thought about her, if the past could truly fit into the present, but she wasn't here to dig up old wounds. she was here to give martina the future benny had dreamed of for her.

and maybe... maybe, quietly, to face the one part of her past she had never truly said goodbye to.

she hailed the taxi just outside the terminal, the crisp english air brushing against her cheeks as she tightened her scarf around her neck. the driver stepped out to help load their bags, giving luna a polite nod before sliding behind the wheel.