Sighing, I get to my feet. "I asked about my parents the other day and you tried to deny me any answers. So here I am, Steven, I want word on my parents," I inform, watching as he looks up from his phone, his eyes turning an even paler green that I ever thought could happen. "I want to know."
"You don't want to know, Lyra," Steven whispers, hurt filling his voice as I realize what he means, how his tone of voice and the atmosphere change of the room indicates something is wrong. Steven sets down his phone, pinching the bridge of his nose as my heart feels pain. Although we rejected one another, the pain the other feels (if at a close enough distance), you also feel. My hands move up to cover my mouth, my body feeling weak as Steven takes in a deep breath.
"Lyra, I do not want to tell you
