A broken heart

Lilian's POV

As Kaiden's harsh words cut through the night air, I felt my heart breaking into tiny pieces.

His coldness, his hatred, pierced through my heart more deeply than I ever could have imagined.


For a moment, I held it in together, my back was straight and my chin held high.

But as soon as I disappeared from his view, the dam broke and the tears spilled down my cheeks, hot and painful.

I sank to my knees and clutched the hem of my dress as sobs wracked my body.


It was a cry that I had been holding back for way too long.

All the hurt, all the pain, all the rejection, everything came pouring out in a torrent of tears.

I cried for the dreams I had once held, for the life I had imagined, for the love I thought I could find.

And most of all, I cried for the cruel twist of fate that had tied me down to a man who wanted nothing to do with me.


Between sobs, I looked up at the moon, as it watched me.

"Why?" I whispered, my voice was choked with emotion. "Why did you do this to me?

What did I do to deserve this?" My words felt like they were being torn from my soul.

"Moon Goddess," I cried out in a broken voice, "why did you curse me with this mate?

What crime did I commit to deserve this suffering? I never asked for this. I never wanted to be bound to someone who hates me, who looks at me with disregard like I'm nothing. Why?" I asked.


The night silently swallowed my words, and yet it offered no answers, no comfort of whatever sorts. I felt so small, so insignificant under the open sky.

The garden now felt like I was in some sort of prison.

I gasped for breath as I continued to cry loudly and heart brokenly.


"What did I do wrong?!" I yelled out, my voice was raw with so much anguish.

"Why do you hate me so much? Why do you let me suffer like this?" I asked no one in particular.


The emotions overwhelmed me and it made it hard for me to breathe.

I clutched at my chest, as if trying to hold my heart together, but it felt like it was splintering apart.

My cries echoed through the garden, a haunting symphony of despair.

The moon remained high in the sky, watching me and doing nothing.

I had always looked to the Moon Goddess for guidance, for hope. But now, I feel so freaking betrayed.

I felt abandoned. How could she bind me to someone who hated me? What lesson was I supposed to learn from this suffering?

The hiccups began and interrupted my sobs with sharp, painful spasms while I cried.

I tried to catch my breath, but the hiccups only made it more difficult.

It was as if my body was rebelling against me, refusing to let me find any peace.

I wrapped my arms around myself as I tried to contain the tremors that shook me to my core.


"Is this some kind of test?" I hiccupped in a whisper. "Am I supposed to prove something? To endure this pain until... what?

Until Kaiden finally sees me? Until he finally accepts me?" The bitterness in my voice surprised even me.

I had never spoken to the Moon Goddess like this, with such anger and boldness.


But I was so tired. So tired and exhausted of being strong, of pretending that everything was okay.

I was tired of hoping for a future that seemed more and more impossible with each passing day.


The tears kept coming, unstoppable, as if they would never end. My sight blurred out, the garden around me dissolved into a haze of moonlit shadows.

I felt so alone, so utterly forsaken and left to die in pain and agony because that's what this was.

The world had moved on and left me behind in this dark, lonely place.

"Do you even care?" I whispered in a hoarse voice. "Do you even hear me? Or am I just talking to the wind?" I laughed out a hollow and bitter sound.

It felt like the universe was playing some cruel joke on me, watching as I flailed helplessly, trying to make sense of a life that seemed determined to break me.


I looked up at the moon, my tears blurring its image. "If you can hear me," I said, my voice trembling, "please, show me a sign.

Show me that this isn't all for nothing. That there's a reason for all this pain.

Because right now, I can't see it. All I see is darkness."

The silence that followed was deafening. I waited, my heart pounding, for some kind of response.

But there was nothing. Just the soft rustling of leaves in the night breeze, the distant call of an owl.

The world was indifferent to my suffering, and the realization hit me like a punch to the gut.


I doubled over, my sobs intensifying, my body shaking with the force of my emotions.

It felt like I was coming apart at the seams, unraveling under the weight of my grief. "Please," I begged, my voice barely audible, "just tell me what to do. Tell me how to make this stop."

But the moon gave me no answers, no comfort. It only stayed up there in the sky, silent and remote.

The hiccups continued, each one a painful jolt that echoed through my entire being.

I felt like I was losing myself, like the girl I had once been was slipping away, leaving behind a hollow shell.

The night stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity.

I cried until I had no more tears left, until my throat was raw and my body was exhausted.

I felt numb, empty like a vessel that had been drained of all its contents.

I sat there, alone in the garden, my body trembled with the aftershocks of my breakdown.

The cold night air chilled my skin, but I barely felt it. I was numb, and I was lost.

The world felt distant, unreal, as if I was floating above it, detached from everything and everyone.

Soon after, I felt peace. Not the comforting kind, but the cold, empty peace of resignation.

The realization that nothing I said or did would change my situation.

That no amount of tears or pleas would alter the curse the Moon Goddess had set for me.

With a shaky breath, I wiped my eyes, trying to compose myself. The tears had hitched, leaving behind a dull, aching emptiness.

I felt sucked out, as if I had poured all my emotions into the night air, leaving nothing behind.

I was a hollow vessel emptied of hope and joy.

I looked up at the moon one last time, a bitter smile tugging at my lips.

"I guess you have nothing to say," I whispered. "I guess I'm on my own." The words felt final, a declaration of my acceptance of the harsh reality I faced.

I was alone, and I would have to find my own way through the darkness.

With a heavy sigh, I stood up, my legs trembled from the long hours spent kneeling on the cold ground.

The garden was quiet, the night air was still.

I took one last look around, trying to find some comfort in the beauty of the moonlit flowers and the gentle sway of the trees.


But all I felt was a deep, aching sadness.
I walked slowly back to the pack house, my footsteps were so heavy with my emotions.

The night was still, the air was cool against my tear-streaked face.

I felt like a ghost, drifting through the shadows, untethered and unseen.

The pack house loomed ahead, it's dark silhouette a reminder of the life I was trapped in.


As I reached the door, I paused, taking a deep breath.

The night had been a catharsis, a release of all the pent-up emotions I had been holding inside. I felt lighter, in a way, though not necessarily better.

The pain was still there, raw and aching, but at least it was out in the open now.


I pushed open the door and stepped inside, the warmth of the pack house enveloped me.

The familiar smells and sounds were comfortable in a way. I made my way to my room and once I closed the door behind me, it felt final.

The venting, the crying, the pleading—it was all behind me now.

I had laid my heart bare to the Moon Goddess, to the universe, and in return, I had found a kind of peace. Not the peace of acceptance, but the peace of knowing that I had faced my demons and survived them.

I was a survivor.

I crawled into bed and I pulled my covers over my body.