The Luna Who Loved Twice

They were supposed to meet for a quick project check-in.

Regina had suggested the campus café—public, safe, normal.

But when she arrived, Connor wasn't inside.Instead, he was leaning against a tree outside, hoodie pulled up, eyes half-hidden under shadow.

He looked like he'd been waiting.But also, like he was deciding whether to leave.

"Hey," she said carefully, walking over.

"You're late," he said, tone lighter than his expression.

She sat on the bench beside him, not too close.

Silence stretched between them, until finally—

"You've been acting weird," Connor said.

Regina raised an eyebrow. "That's rich coming from you."

He turned to her, brows furrowed. "Are you scared of me?"

She didn't answer.

But the way her hands tightened around her coffee cup—he noticed.

Connor's voice lowered. "Did Mandy talk to you?"

That caught her off guard.

He saw it.

"You talked to her, didn't you?"

Regina hesitated, then said softly, "She told me... about a night. A full moon."

Connor looked away.

"You shouldn't believe everything she says."

"She seemed pretty sure."

"I said, you shouldn't have followed me that night."

His voice had changed—quiet, sharp, a little too steady.

Regina felt the air shift.

"Connor—"

"I didn't mean to scare her," he said suddenly, eyes still on the horizon. "But I wasn't myself."

"Then who were you?" she asked.

No answer.

Just wind.

Then Connor turned toward her. The light caught his eyes, and for a brief second—they flashed gold.

Not amber. Not brown.

Gold.

Regina froze.

He blinked—and they were normal again.

"What did you see?" he asked quietly.

Regina's heart raced.

"I saw... enough."

Another silence.

Then he leaned closer. Just enough for her to hear him clearly, but not enough to touch.

"Do you want the truth?" he murmured. "Or do you want to keep pretending you don't already know?"

Her breath caught.Her hands trembled.She wasn't sure what scared her more—The mystery...Or the fact that she didn't want to walk away.