Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 286

Nova’s POV

“Turn it around,” I suddenly spoke, breaking the suffocating silence inside the car.

Every second that passed felt heavier, pressing down on my chest like a weight I couldn’t shake, and in the end, I wasn’t able to bear it.

Each mile we drove, the pack faded into the distance, but instead of the relief I thought I’d feel, something else took its place. An ache, deep and relentless, that refused to go away.

This only proved Drystan’s words right. Running away will never help me acieve what I want — I would never be free.

I will always be stuck with my emotions and my feelings if I just kept on ignoring them instead of facing them.

This isn’t just about Drystan. It wasn’t about holding onto some desperate hope that things could be different. No, I had already let that go — at least, that’s what I told myself.

So why did it still feel like a part of me was being left behind? I need to figure that out first.

“W-What?” Michael glanced at me in surprise, not sure if he heard me right.

“Turn the car… We are going back,” I muttered with my arms crossed, my eyes staring outside the window.

The farther we drove, the tighter my chest became, like something inside me was screaming to be heard.

I realized then that the only way to truly be free —f ree from the past, free from the weight that had been dragging me down for so long—was to face it head-on.

To confront the feelings that had been festering for years, to talk to Drystan, and to finally let it go. Not for him. For me.

I needed closure. I needed to be free from the chains of what had been holding me back, and the only way to do that was to go back and face the truth.

He didn’t respond at first, his eyes still focused on the road ahead, but I saw his grip on the steering wheel loosen. It’s as if he had been waiting for me to ask him turn the car around.

He didn’t have to be told twice, he swerved the car around, our destination changing back to the place where we came from.

As we retraced our path, the landscape blurred past, a mix of vibrant greens and muted browns that seemed to echo the turmoil within me.

I thought Michael would scold me for changing my mind now, wasting his time and also his fuel. But he didn’t say a word against me.

Each familiar landmark felt like a jolt of nostalgia, pulling memories from the depths of my mind. The closer we got to the place I thought I’d left behind, the more I felt a rush of emotions — fear, uncertainty, but also a flicker of hope.

“Are you okay?” Michael asked, glancing over with concern. His voice pulled me from my thoughts, grounding me in the present.

My heart felt warm at his concern.

“I will be,” I replied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “I just need to do this.”