Lyle's P.O.V "I see you're doing well since you've graduated." Jack says with a smile. It's been three years since we've seen each other and since I've known that he was alive. Over the course of three years, I had slowly decreased hating on him and let it slide day by day. Still, I don't want to talk to him. I don't know, I just don't like talking to him because if he talks all friendly like this right now, it's awkward and uncomfortable. I've never known family and I've never felt connections and bonding like the others. It's only natural for me to be awkward in front of him. He's basically still a stranger to me aside from us sharing blood. "Yes, it's thanks to Amelia. She kept me sane in that hell." I answered to him truthfully, hoping for him to get the hint that I don't want t

