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In the dark of the winter’s night, when the moon glowed longer and brighter than the sun, Theo Nott would lay on the hard earth of his back garden and gaze up to the heavens.
In every movement of the cold wind, he could feel Luna’s gentle touch, soothing and calm. With every breath, he felt his magic reconnect with the Earth, as she taught him to do.
It was impossible to sleep without a potion now. Every bed was too big and too empty without his love beside him.
Every night he got a little bit older and she stayed the same. Others moved on, healing from their pain, but Theo did not. He refused outright. To let go would be to lose her entirely.
But as the dawn kept breaking, and each new day approached, it seemed as though the moon was all he had.