Love Of My Life

Chapter 38

With a determined stride, Moon walked through the gates of Amelia's house, her heart pounding with anticipation and nerves. As she approached the imposing front door, she couldn't shake the feeling of trepidation that gripped her.

Summoning her courage, she raised her hand and hesitantly knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the quiet neighborhood. Each passing second felt like an eternity as she waited for someone to answer, her mind racing with thoughts of what she would say to Amelia once she came face to face with her.

I finally realized this whole time, I, Moon, was never alone. I'm so close to him now. I might see him anytime now.

Surprised to see Donna standing before her, Moon's curiosity piqued as she questioned her presence. "Donna! What are you doing here? How did you know I was coming?"

"I was waiting for you," Donna replied cryptically, her expression serious and unreadable.

Confused but eager to find Francisco, Moon pressed on. "Where is he?"

"Inside," Donna answered simply, gesturing toward the doorway behind her.

With a mixture of relief and apprehension, Moon followed Donna into the house, her heart pounding with anticipation. As they made their way through the corridors, Moon's mind raced with questions and uncertainties, but she pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand.

Finally, they reached a familiar doorway, and Donna paused, turning to face Moon with a solemn expression. "Moon, promise me one thing. No matter what happens, you must be strong."

Taken aback by Donna's unexpected words, Moon nodded, her determination solidifying. "I promise," she vowed, her voice firm and resolute.

As Moon stood before Francisco, her heart sank at his cold demeanor. "Francisco," she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why are you doing this? You can't just push me away like this."

His gaze remained fixed on the window, his expression unreadable. "Who told you to come? Go home. I'm staying in London," he repeated, his tone firm and unwavering.

Moon felt a surge of frustration and hurt welling up inside her. "Francisco, what's wrong with you? You're joking, aren't you?" she implored. "I know your mom must have said or done something to make you—"

"It has nothing to do with my mom," Francisco interrupted."This is my decision, just like it was to leave school. You should leave. It was my own fault; I shouldn't have approached you."

His words stung like a knife, each one driving deeper into Moon's already wounded heart. She struggled to hold back tears as she looked at him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let's put everything behind us," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation.

Turning away from her, Francisco remained stubbornly silent, his back turned to her. Moon's tears flowed freely now, her heart aching with the weight of his rejection. "Francisco, turn around and look into my eyes," she pleaded, her voice quivering with emotion. "Say that to me again."

But Francisco remained unmoved, his back still turned to her. "Don't come here again," he said quietly, his voice tinged with a hint of regret.

Tell me this isn't real, please tell me this isn't real.

As Francisco turned around to face Moon, he was met with the sight of her tear-streaked face, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and hurt. "Moon, I'm sorry," he began, his voice tinged with regret. "Something happened in my family. I need to focus entirely on them and help. I can't be selfish and pretend everything is fine."

Moon's heart clenched at his words, the pain of his rejection cutting deep. "But we agreed to face everything together," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.