Liam
I told myself that letting Lyra go was the right thing. If she stayed away, maybe she’d stop digging for whatever truth was out there. Maybe she’d stop chasing ghosts and just live. Maybe she’d be safe.
Letting her go would also, perhaps, make her see me in a different light. Make her see that I was a good man, better than the others in her life. I’d stopped controlling her, stopped scaring her, stopped being possessive. That had to count for something, right?
Well, I fed myself those lies all through last night and into this morning.
But when those elevator doors slid open and she stood there, barely sparing me a glance, I realized something.
The lies I fed myself? Worthless.
The things I told myself? Useless.
Letting her go? Probably the worst thing I’d ever done in my life.
