The Luna Who Loved Twice

"Hey… do you know what's going on with Connor lately?"

Regina asked the question casually, like it was just a passing thought—but her fingers tightened slightly around her cup.

Mandy didn't even look up from her phone. "He's always like that. Even if something's wrong, he won't talk about it."

Regina nodded slowly, forcing a smile. "Right…..."

But her chest felt heavier than before.

That weekend, Regina decided to take a walk through the old bookstore street. The air smelled like paper and roasted chestnuts—normally something that would calm her down.

Until she saw them. Connor and Mandy.

Walking side by side, laughing at something she couldn't hear.

Connor looked up—and for a split second, their eyes met.

But he quickly turned away.

Like he hadn't seen her at all.

Regina froze. She could've waved. She could've said hi.

Instead, she turned around, heart pounding and vision blurring.

Back home, she sat on the edge of her bed, motionless. The apartment was too quiet. Too cold.

She reached into her drawer, almost without thinking, and pulled out the old, scratched-up Walkman. Her grandfather's. She hadn't used it in months.

Her fingers trembled as she clicked it on, the tape crackling to life.

The music began—soft, familiar, warm. But the tears had already started falling.

And this time, she didn't stop them.

Not when they dripped onto her sleeves.

Not when her shoulders shook with the weight of everything she didn't understand.

And definitely not when she whispered to the empty room:

"Why won't you let me in, Connor?"

Her voice cracked, barely a breath. "Why?"

Then—like fate playing one last cruel joke—the next song started.

A quiet acoustic guitar. A few delicate piano notes.

Taylor Swift's Enchanted.

She gasped.

The sound hit her like a wave—one she didn't see coming, didn't ask for, but couldn't escape.

And then, without meaning to, her lips moved.

"Please don't be in love with someone else…"

"Please don't have somebody waiting on you…"

The lyrics carved into her chest, every word a tiny knife.

She clutched the Walkman closer to her heart, eyes squeezed shut.

Like holding it would somehow hold him too.

Like music could rewind time.

Like heartbreak could be un-done if she just sang loud enough.

But the room stayed silent.

And the city outside kept moving.

And Connor… was still gone. Regina cried, and then slept, saying:

"Connor...You... are my favorite heartbreak….I miss you..."