Chapter 2

Luna heard that Aunt Anna was talking to someone while passing through the gate opened by Aunt Anna. Luna would love to see Hestia again a few more times or say.

Can we be friends?

Because Luna is afraid, she is very afraid, and she doesn't want to be alone, although she can't see them. Luna is also a human being, and Luna needs to socialize.

"Aunt Anna, I can be alone," I said. Luna let go of Aunt Anna's hand as she led me back into the house.

Hadn't Luna already said that she wanted to be independent, even though it was hard to do on her own? Luna fingered the walls of the house as she felt her feet had already stepped inside.

"Luna, you want to eat something? You left breakfast time earlier, and now it's time for lunch."

Anna walked behind Luna's body, following the girl who had always enjoyed talking to Aunt Anna, and even though Luna was already considered her daughter, even though Aunt Anna, who had only one son, now lived in New York.

Anna could have left this house once she knew her employer had died in an accident that had been approaching four years ago. Who would have thought that only Luna survived in a tragedy where almost everyone in the car died on the spot?

He was already a son who now owned such a well-known company in the city of Chicago, he should have been able to sit there enjoying his old age, but he preferred to be in this house and secretly save his salary to help Luna run corneal surgery of the eye.

Aunt Anna, who knew everything, said Luna was still seeing because she was not blind from birth and only needed to do corneal surgery, and within a month she could go back to seeing. Aunt Anna once forced Luna to perform surgery with the insurance money left by her parents and her ex-fiancée's family.

But the girl always refused, she didn't want to see.

"Aunt Anna—"

Luna wiped away tears and spilled everything in front of Anna's aunt, who was holding her. Luna didn't want to lie if this was so painful. Luna wanted to see, but Luna was so afraid to step up that she could not bear to remember the accident.

"I always like this every day, they keep belittling my physique! What's wrong with me, Auntie? Luna doesn't even know them, but it feels—it hurts to be treated like that."

"Luna, did someone hurt you? I saw that your elbow was injured."

Luna sits downstairs to sit in the living room. Luna's usual sofa sits together with the parents when we have free time, even though it feels like this sofa has not changed.

"Aunt Anna, can I come with them? I can't bear this myself, it's a lie if every day I am not thinking about them, I miss Daniel, Mom, and Dad."

Luna felt Aunt Anna's hand stroke the cheek area in turn, inexplicably, visiting the "Garden of Hope" always ended like this, with Luna not being able to forget Daniel's face, the man she loved so much that remembering memories together was so hard to do, or the last smile Daniel showed before he decided to save Luna.

'I hate it! for all this, I was here while they left me.'

"Luna, all will be well, you just need to be brave to ignore their remarks."

This is what makes Aunt Anna weak to leave Luna, if Aunt Anna has not been here until now, is it possible that Aunt Anna can keep her promise?

"It's been almost four years since they've been away, but—"

"Didn't Auntie have already said that?" If Luna continues to dissolve in grief, they will never be happy to see you, and even they can't leave."

As Bibi continued to calm Luna down, Luna fell asleep on a backrest on Aunt Anna's shoulder. Today, Luna recalls one memory and one incident, the thing Luna always wanted to keep but kept repeating.

How could Luna write on the new paper if it touched black ink alone? She couldn't afford it.

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Sitting between the number of visitors is common, but the atmosphere will feel different if you are near the window with a view of rain that seems to be tapping on the street. Enjoying a cup of coffee while writing in a small book with a pen in black ink gives a special impression.

Others will not realize if the man sitting in the corner of the room staring out the window is the owner of this café. How can his face not be so calm, coupled with casual clothes, instead of drawing the impression that his figure is not a cafe owner but a young CEO?

Let's put it that way, but sometimes people judge just by the cover without wanting to open it.

"Sorry, Mr. Dylan, I interrupted your time."

The man whose full name is Dylan Roman looked calmly at one of his employees, with no displeased face when someone tried to disturb Dylan's calmness, not even reluctant to show a smile plus a sweet dimple.

"Why?"

"Mr. Dylan, your mother is calling," he said, his voice sounding like he was whispering.

"Mom? Why didn't he call me directly?"

"Because you left a cell phone in your room, Mr. Dylan."

Dylan nodded. Dylan shouldn't have asked that question too late in this calm atmosphere, making him forget to contact the mother.

"Thank you,"

Dylan received his cell phone. As seen inside his phone screen, there were several missed calls from the mother.

"Mom?"

Dylan put his phone in his ear, and as he continued to look out the window, the rain wasn't too heavy, but it had been falling for quite a while.

"Hm, still as usual, no need to worry about me."

Voice Dylan lowered the tone, showing how much he cared about the woman being called, he even leaned his body on the chair.

"I'll pay a visit to Mom's house if—"

Dylan sighed, his estimation was never wrong. Mom forbade him to come back even though Dylan missed his family so much and had even moved here a long time ago, maybe about two or three years if Dylan remembered.

"Mom, I was born in New York! Why shouldn't I go home? I'm tired of looking after Mom's cafe and flower shop."

Visitors head straight at Dylan during the sound

sounded like he was whining for candy, feeling himself in the limelight. Dylan immediately corrected his sitting position and his calm demeanor.

"What about Dad's news? Mom should also take care of her health, it's already spring."

Dylan took a sip of his coffee, folded the book that Dylan had always been reading, and put a pen in the pocket of his suit.

"Okay, Mom, I'm glad to hear that.I'll contact you again."

Dylan placed his phone on the desk, for some reason, his head felt dizzy, and he had recently become easily tired.Dylan often forgets something like a cell phone. Usually, a thin object was always near him, but Dylan could just forget about it.

"Sir? Are you okay?"

"Ugh!" Dylan felt that his head was hit by something to the point of causing pain that made it difficult for him to see, and even his vision became more blurry.

The incident happened so long ago that 10 minutes passed and all of it just disappeared, leaving Dylan clueless as to what was going on.

"Mr. Dylan? Are you well? Your face is so pale."

Dylan nodded lightly, "Yes, I just feel a little dizzy, you can go back."

'Why have I been feeling pain in my head more recently? What exactly happened? I don't even remember any of the events that happened three years ago,'

Dylan took all his things, probably because he was too busy with college, then managing the cafe made him rarely take a good rest, and now he is trying to open a flower shop, especially since Dylan consumes coffee excessively so much.

"Maybe I need a rest."

Dylan left the Cafe after saying something he used to say before leaving or going to college, Dylan was indeed finishing S2 here and running a business owned by his uncle's family.Even though Dylan is 24 years old, he should be busy with his father's company, but he is exiled to New York City.

Or at least, Dylan had ideals that he might want to achieve with his efforts, but again, his mother's orders were absolute for Dylan, saying that Dylan was the only child who became his family's one hope.