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As Edward wheels into his bedroom, he finds Charlotte nodding off, with a magazine resting on her chest. She looks exhausted and pale. He moves closer to her and gently rubs the middle of her eyebrows to help her relax before carefully placing her head on the pillow. The moonlight dances across her sleepy, calm face in slow motion.

“You are the same as her. Pure and beautiful,” he whispers, gazing at the moon that shines on the world along with Charlotte's beautiful face. A sharp exhale leaves a bitter expression on his face, and a heaviness shrouds his heart. He wheels outside, stopping before the garden.

“Edward! This garden is a sign of our unconditional love. We will shower in moonlight every month. Promise!”

Edward’s lips curve into a sweet smile as he recalls those words, replaying the scenes of a girl enjoying the moonlight, dancing under it, making promises that were never fulfilled, and loving him unconditionally.

“I still miss you, my Moonshine,” he says softly, clenching