Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 168

Nova’s POV

“Really? Then why do you dye your hair in strawberry?” Drystan asked as he grabbed a strand of my hair.

I moved all my hair to my right shoulder so he couldn’t reach it. “Just because I dye my hair strawberry blonde, it doesn’t mean I like strawberry,” I replied grumpily.

My sister and I were born with the same hair colour. I was born with naturally perfect blonde hair, just like my sister. However, when my sister died, I chose to dye my hair because my hair would always remind me of her.

I don’t like it when I look in the mirror and I see her. Before, when people saw us together, they thought that we were twins. That’s just how we look so much alike.

Dyeing my hair with a different colour made me look a lot less like my sister.

Drystan suddenly let out a huge yawn by my side; I watched as he leaned in comfortably on the bench beside me, his eyes connecting to the stars above.

“Are you not going back inside to sleep?” I questioned him, not expecting that he would stay long out here.

I know he’s tired of taking care of Astrid all day. He has been neglecting himself ever since he arrived. His body must be desperately begging for some rest.

“You’re waiting for your birthday, aren’t you? Let me stay here and celebrate your birthday with you,” Drystan replied as he fought against his eyelids that were already drooping heavily.

“It’s still around 10:30. Are you sure you’re going to wait out here?” I asked him since we will have to wait here until 11:59, and it would be better if he’s already sleeping right now.

“I know that, I came out here to wait for your birthday with you,” Drystan answered stubbornly.

Since Drystan had already made up his mind, I didn’t dare to argue anymore. Besides, having someone waiting here beside me could also make me feel less alone.

In truth, even though I enjoyed the stillness of the night, I still felt alone without having anyone to celebrate my birthday with me. It was selfish of me to feel grateful that Drystan would be here with me.

The inky blackness of the night sky stretched above us, peppered with the glittering stars.

Drystan and I sat on the old wooden bench. The only sound was the distant chirping of the crickets.

We waited in hushed anticipation for the clock to strike at exactly 11:59. As the time went nearer and nearer, I drew in a sharp breath. This was the moment, the exact time I had entered the world twenty-three years ago.

Drystan turned to face me, a warm smile spreading across his features. “Happy birthday, Nova,” he murmured, so I turned to face him, and our gazes locked together.