Pursuing My Rejected Luna by Cara Anderson novel Chapter 256

The scolding I give myself does not make the feeling lessen in the slightest. The bond that should have faded months ago still sits deep in my chest, screaming the wrongness of it. It still hasn’t gotten the memo that I forfeited that right long ago.

I force myself to go back to work, to lose myself in the monotony of it. Because that’s the only way to survive the raging storm of emotions I’m not supposed to feel.

It’s late when I finally run out of things to do. The office is empty when I walk by-everyone else has finished their day. I cross toward the door to turn off the hallway light and hear voices in the corridor again.

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This time, it’s Noah’s voice I hear first–I’d know it anywhere, the bond makes sure of that. And another voice, female, soft and kind, a warmth to it that wraps around you like a cozy blanket.

They’re approaching the office from the increasing volume of their conversation. I could run back to my closet and hide but I decide to keep moving toward the office door instead.

They pass the see-through glass panel in the door at exactly the wrong moment. I see Piper. Laughing. The full- face laugh of someone who is entirely comfortable and not thinking about how they look.

And Noah-his hand at her back, the kind of touch that comes from familiarity rather than decision, the easy gesture of someone who has done this before with this person. The pain of it takes my breath away.

He looks up, straight through the glass panel and our eyes meet. One second, maybe less. That’s all it is. But in that second, I swear he pulls her just a little bit closer, a look in his eyes like he wants me to know he’s moved on.

I hear their footsteps continue down the corridor. Their voices, quieter now but not stopped. Two people who are enjoying each other’s company too much to worry who;d listening.

I stand in the empty office and think about fated bonds and what they’re supposed to mean and what it means when the person the bond is pointing at has his hand at someone else’s back with the ease of something familiar.

I think about what I chose instead of him, about the one second through the glass and what I saw on his face in that one second-You didn’t break me. I’ve moved on.

I’m glad I didn’t break him, that he can move on and be happy. That’s what he deserves.

I just had no idea how much seeing him with her would break me.

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