The Lost Luna Is In Our Midst (Moon Goddess)

Luna’s heart swelled with empathy as she grappled with the desire to mend the broken pieces of her friend’s world. Despite the heaviness of the situation, Luna knew that forging a path to healing required delicate steps, and the journey might be a challenging one.

Back in the living room, Belinda, noticing Luna’s pensive expression, inquired about her friend’s whereabouts.

“Hey Luna, where is your friend?” Belinda asked her friend’s daughter.

Luna, with a solemn expression, replied, “She is in her room, crying and swearing for James, I suppose.” Luna shook her head sadly, wondering why the woman had chosen to marry a man that her daughter despised so much.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Determined to provide solace in the midst of turmoil, Belinda announced with a gentle smile, “I will go and get her. Get ready; we will soon be leaving.”

Belinda left the room, her steps carrying a mix of empathy and concern as she headed for Angel’s room. The weight of the family’s struggles hung in the air, and Belinda hoped to offer a reassuring presence in the midst of the storm. Approaching Angel’s door, she knocked gently, her intent to convey a sense of comfort amidst the turmoil that had engulfed their home.

Belinda: “Angel, sweetheart, it’s Mom. Can I come in?”

Angel, her voice muffled by tears, responded quietly, “Yes, Mom.”

Belinda entered the room, where the air was heavy with the aftermath of the chaotic scene that had unfolded earlier. Angel sat on her bed, her eyes red and puffy, a mix of anger and sadness etched on her face.

Belinda (softly): “I’m so sorry you had to witness that, Angel. It’s not fair to you, and I wish I could shield you from it.”

Angel, her anger still palpable, muttered, “Why do you stay with him, Mom? He hurts you, and he hurts us.”

Belinda sighed, her heart burdened with the weight of the choices she had made.

Belinda: “Angel, love, it’s complicated. I know it’s hard for you to understand, but I want you to know that I’m trying my best to make things better.”

Angel, frustrated, retorted, “But it never gets better, Mom! Every time he drinks, he becomes a monster. I hate him!”

Belinda, tears welling in her eyes, moved closer to Angel, attempting to offer a comforting embrace.

Belinda: “I hate what he becomes too, Angel. And I hate that it hurts you. I wish things were different.”

Angel, momentarily softened by her mother’s words, looked into Belinda’s eyes with a mixture of sadness and disbelief.

Angel: “Then why, Mom? Why do we have to go through this?”

Belinda, her own heart aching, struggled to find the right words.

Belinda: “I thought he could change, Angel. I believed in the good in him. But I see now that it might not happen. I want you to be safe, and I want us to be happy. I’m considering what’s best for us.”

Angel, still processing the pain and fear she experienced, whispered, “I just want it to stop, Mom. I want to be happy.”

Belinda nodded, a shared yearning for a better life connecting their hearts.

Belinda: “I promise you, Angel, I will do everything in my power to make things better. We’ll find a way out of this, together.”

As Belinda held her daughter in a tender embrace, Luna’s words echoed in her mind – the belief that sometimes, love had the power to heal. At this moment, Belinda faced the challenging task of guiding the complexities of her own heart, trying to find a way to mend what seemed irreparably broken.

Belinda gently wiped away Angel’s tears, her own heart heavy with the realization that her daughter deserved a life free from the shadows of her tumultuous marriage.

Belinda (softly): “You deserve happiness, Angel. We both do. I won’t let this continue to hurt you. We’ll find a way to break free from this cycle.”

Angel, looking into her mother’s eyes, saw a flicker of determination that resonated with Luna’s belief in love’s transformative power.

Angel: “But how, Mom? How can we escape this?”

Belinda, her mind racing with the weight of responsibility, pondered the difficult journey ahead.

Belinda: “We’ll take it step by step. I’ll make sure you’re safe, and we’ll seek help. No one should live in fear, especially not in their own home.”

Angel, craving solace and stability, leaned into her mother’s embrace.

Angel: “I just want to be happy, Mom. And I want you to be happy too.”

Belinda held Angel a little tighter, silently vowing to protect her daughter from the storms that had raged for too long.

Belinda: “We’ll find that happiness, Angel. I promise.”

As they embraced, Luna, standing at the doorway, felt a mix of emotions – empathy for her friend, concern for Belinda, and a growing realization that the journey ahead would require unwavering support.

Luna: “We’re here for you, Angel. No matter what. And maybe, just maybe, love can heal. Don’t worry if your father decides not to heal up, sooner or later, he will come running to you.” Luna had promised her friend, and they both pinky swear.

The trio, linked by shared pain and a glimmer of hope, prepared to face the challenges that lay ahead. Belinda, with her daughter’s well-being at the forefront, began contemplating the difficult decisions required to untangle their lives from the web of chaos.

“Let’s get going!” Belinda announced to the girls. Luna nodded, silently reaffirming her commitment to stand by her friend, and Angel, though burdened with the weight of her family’s struggles, found a sliver of comfort in the presence of those who cared.

As they left the room, Luna whispered words of encouragement to Angel, “We’ll figure this out together, Angel. You’re not alone.”

Belinda, leading the way, guided the girls out of the house, their steps echoing a quiet determination to seek a better life.

In the car, as they drove away from the tumultuous scene, Luna couldn’t help but feel a mixture of sadness and hope. She glanced at Angel, who stared out of the window, lost in her thoughts.

Belinda, recognizing the depth of Luna’s friendship with her daughter, spoke softly, “Thank you for being there for Angel, Luna. It means more than you know.”

Luna, with a small smile, replied, “Friends stick together, Mrs. Belinda. We’ll help Angel find her happiness.”

Belinda, grateful for the support, focused on the road ahead, determined to create a haven for her daughter-a place where love could indeed heal wounds and pave the way for a brighter tomorrow.