90 #My Haunting Memories

LUNA

A week has passed since the day Andrew stayed in his past or our shared past with me, and it still lingers in my heart to know about the things that have been the reason for my nightmares. I can’t help but wonder if there was something I could have done differently to prevent the pain that still haunts me.

But I was seven years old at the time, and I know now that I couldn’t have changed the outcome no matter what I did. More than what intrigues me is that I am like Andrew, a child of a werewolf and a human, and I wonder if that connection is what drew us together in the first place. Despite the pain of our shared past, I can’t help but feel a strange sense of comfort in knowing that we have each other to navigate the complexities of our unique identities. Our bond feels unbreakable, forged in the fires of our past experiences and strengthened by our shared understanding of each other’s struggles.

I sighed, staring at him as his eyes fixed on some paperwork on his desk, a smal