For three endless weeks, Emma searched every street, every shadow, calling her missing cat’s name. Luna had vanished without a trace, leaving a silence that broke her heart.
Then, one cold night, just as Emma was about to give up, she heard it — a faint, familiar meow. Her heart raced as she followed the sound until she saw a small black shape under a streetlamp.
It was Luna.
Bruised, trembling, and painfully thin — but alive.
Emma fell to her knees, tears streaming as she gathered her fragile cat into her arms. Luna’s fur was dirty and patchy, her body weak, yet she pressed her face against Emma’s chest — she still remembered home.
That night, Emma made a promise: she would never let Luna go again. The road to healing would be long, but they had found each other — and that was enough.
Some bonds survive everything — even the dark. 💔
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