Lyra’s POV
The days seemed to blur together, each one melding into the next until time itself became a stranger.
The world outside seemed to keep moving, but inside these walls, in this room, everything felt still.
There was only the slow rhythm of Kaida’s breathing, the rise and fall of her chest, the faint warmth of her skin beneath my hand.
It had been a month since she woke up, and every day had been a quiet battle. I could feel the change in her, though she never said anything about it.
At first, her strength came in fleeting moments—smiles that didn’t quite reach her eyes, laughter that was short and tinged with exhaustion. But now, the smiles were rare. The laughter had stopped.
I kept up the act, the brave face that Kaida needed to see, the quiet words of encouragement tha
