Kyra POV
My love,
I wished for you a thousand times, and finally, you're mine.
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Kyra
The past two weeks have felt like an eternity. Longer than an eternity, if that's even possible.
I Googled “what is longer than eternity” out of curiosity and boredom, but it came up inconclusive, with the only real answer being “eternity means lasting forever.”
I liked how that sounded word-wise, but not time-wise in relation to the unsettled feelings I was experiencing.
I spent the days and nights in bed, recovering from the torture known as oral surgery and then getting a cold. My father, my grandmother, and Chloe each took turns visiting me and bringing me soft food. My grandmother dropped off a bag of new romance paperbacks to keep me busy—some her own books, others by her favorite authors.
