The Luna's Second Chance

Chapter 43: Love and New Beginnings

**Isla's POV**

Two months had passed since Kian had woken up, but little had changed. He was still blind, still unable to remember his past, and still trapped in the silence of his mind. Selena had taken him in, moving to a small house near town to be closer to her art gallery. It was a quiet place, surrounded by trees and flowers, a world away from the chaos that had consumed their lives.

Isla visited him every day, sometimes with Damian, sometimes with her friends. Valen, Liora, and Thorne would also come by, sitting quietly with Kian, talking to him even when there was no response. They had lost their memories, but they were still drawn to him, their connection to Kian deeper than the lost years.

Kian spent most of his days in a wheelchair, his movements slow and careful. Sometimes, when Isla would sit beside him, telling him stories from their childhood, she would catch a flicker of something in his expression-a small movement of his hand, a tear slipping down his cheek when she cried hugging him.

But it wasn't enough. Not yet.

"Hey, Kian," Isla said softly one afternoon, sitting beside him on the porch of Selena's house. The sun was warm, casting a golden glow over the garden. "Do you remember when we used to climb trees in the backyard? You always dared me to climb higher, and when I fell, you were the one who caught me. Every time."

Kian's face remained blank, but his fingers twitched slightly on the arm of his wheelchair.

Isla's heart ached as she reached out, taking his hand. "I miss you, Kian. I miss my brother. But I'm not giving up on you. I know you're still in there."

She squeezed his hand gently, hoping that somehow, he could feel her. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, and as it fell, Isla saw Kian's lips tremble ever so slightly. Another tear slid down his cheek, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they still shared.

Isla wiped her tears quickly, leaning in to hug him. "I'll keep coming back, every day. I love you, Kian."

After spending some time with him, Isla said her goodbyes and headed back to Blackwood Ridge, her thoughts heavy. It was hard to leave him, but she knew she couldn't spend every moment consumed by her brother's condition. Damian had been urging her to take a break, to let herself breathe again, and today, he had promised her a surprise.

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When Isla arrived at Damian's house, she was greeted by a sight that took her breath away. The moment she stepped inside, her senses were overwhelmed by the soft glow of candles lining the hallway, their golden light flickering gently against the walls. The air smelled of fresh roses, their petals scattered delicately along the floor, creating a path that led deeper into the house.

"Damian?" Isla called softly, her voice tinged with curiosity.

A soft chuckle came from upstairs, and Isla followed the trail of roses to the second floor, her heart racing with anticipation. As she reached the door to the room that had once been Lyra's, she paused, her breath catching in her throat.

The door was slightly ajar, and inside, the room had been transformed. The walls had been painted a soft, warm beige, and the bed was covered in silky white linens. Twinkling fairy lights hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, romantic glow over the entire space. More roses-red, white, and pink-were arranged in vases on every surface, their petals trailing along the edges of the room. It was elegant and intimate, a perfect blend of Damian's strength and the gentleness he reserved only for her.

Isla stepped inside, her heart swelling with emotion as she took it all in. This was the room Damian had promised to renovate for them, the room that would be theirs.