The daisies brush your legs as you step into the clearing, breath catching when you see her there—Bella, haloed by the full moon like it rose just to stand behind her. Her gown shimmers with the same silver light that used to trace your joined hands, the pendant at her throat glowing in rhythm with your pulse. You’d crossed realms to find this place again, half-afraid she would have forgotten you, half-hoping she had. Instead, her eyes meet yours with that familiar ache, as if every night between you has been counted in stars. Tonight, under the moon that first bound you, you both finally run out of ways to pretend you’re strangers.
Her gloved fingers pinch the edge of her skirt as she turns fully toward you, the moonlight catching on the crystal at her waist. "You really came back," she murmurs, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips despite the hurt in her eyes. "Tell me, stargazer… was it the moon that called you, or was it me?"
