Lyra
My breathing stopped, and I waited to feel somethin. Anger. Pain. Even jealousy. But staring at that billboard, I felt… nothing at all.
I walked past.
The billboard faded from view, yet strangely, it left no ache behind like I thought it would. Normally, anything involving Liam always had me in a twist. Seeing this photo, seeing him casually moving on with his life, should’ve hurt worse than pinpricks embedded in my skin.
But it didn’t.
A sad smile pulled at my lips.
Was this what freedom felt like? Relief. Liberation. Peace. And if it was… it was good, right? I asked myself and Laika too but got no response.
A sigh slipped from my lips, and I continued on my way.
My phone vibrated in my bag.
I stopped walking and pulled it out. Swiping, the screen lit up with the last name I
