The echoes of her past clung to Luna like an unfinished melody, each note resonating with regret. In the sanctuary of her ink-stained notebooks, she poured her unspoken emotions into poems, words dancing in shadows where love dared not tread. June, her month of solace, held a special magic - rain, her silent confidante, would weave whispers of hope through the clattering leaves.

One such June afternoon, amidst the symphony of falling drops, Luna surrendered to the park's embrace. Her eyes fluttered closed, and reality blurred into a dream spun from sunlight and whispers. She found herself in a fantastical realm, bathed in golden light, where she met a boy with eyes like twin sapphires - Helios. His voice, a low murmur of poetry, echoed in her heart, weaving a promise of connection.

The dream dissolved, leaving a lingering ache and a butterfly with wings of midnight and moonlight resting on her palm. As it took flight, landing on the hand of a man across the clearing, Luna's breath caught in her throat. His eyes, those same blue pools from her dream, held a startled echo of her own wonder. In that shared gaze, a spark ignited, defying the boundaries of reality.

Sleep that night was a tempestuous ocean, tossing Luna between the shores of dream and memory. Drawn by an invisible current, she found herself on the balcony, bathed in the pale glow of the moon. Her mind, a tangled storm, wrestled with the echoes of Helios, the whisper of their encounter a fragile song amidst the symphony of doubt.

Five months later, the dream returned, more vivid than ever. In its ethereal world, she faced Helios, her voice, a whisper in the wind, "You will be the one I love, first and forever." The dream, a magnetic pull, held the threads of fate in its tapestry, weaving a story she couldn't unwrite.

Hope, a tender shoot, dared to break through the soil of her skepticism. The next day, she returned to the park, its familiar paths leading her back to him. He knelt, feeding a stray puppy, his gentle touch painting tenderness on the canvas of her heart. Gathering her courage, she approached, words tumbling out like hesitant birds, "They say? don't love too much."

He looked up, his sapphire eyes meeting hers, "Love is a bond that binds." Their smiles, fragile stars in the twilight, held the promise of a shared sky. Rain, a benediction from the heavens, mirrored the blossoming connection between them.

Soaked to the bone, he said, "Helios. And you?" Luna, speechless, felt a melody rise within her, her heart dancing to its rhythm. "Luna," she whispered, the rain a whispered chorus.

Days turned into weeks, their conversations bridge across uncharted territories. In Helios's presence, fear loosened its grip, and Luna found herself falling, a hummingbird drawn to a nectar-filled bloom. Yet, a shadow lurked at the edge of her joy, a voice whispering caution in the darkness.

One day, she sought him out, determined to speak the truth , whispered in her heart. "Love only for once, not twice," she declared, her voice a trembling thread. He scoffed, "Love? Just a word with hollow meanings." The delicate rose she held wilted in her hand, petals scattering like shattered hopes.

"But you said love is a blessing!" she cried, her voice cracking. "For those who believe," he replied, his voice cold, "idiots who cling to empty echoes." His words, a cruel wind, stripped the leaves from her fragile trust.

"Then I guess I'm an idiot," Luna spat, the rose falling from her grasp like a tear. The classroom, once a stage for whispered promises, stood silent, the air thick with unspoken goodbyes.

Months bled into a final June, the weight of unshed tears clinging to Luna. As the last bell tolled, a yearning pulled her towards him one last time. The rain mirrored her tears as she confessed, "Helios, I don't know how to say goodbye to someone who has been in my heart for half my life."

He cupped her tear-streaked face, his touch a featherlight comfort. A silent promise lingered in his eyes as he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Then, he handed her the dried rose, the same fragile symbol of their journey. "Keep it," he whispered, "for someone who deserves it."

The rain, a curtain pulled across the stage, witnessed their bittersweet farewell. In its hushed symphony, Luna whispered a final goodbye, "Don't love too much, some may say."