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“Ahhh!”
Lyra screamed, her heart racing as she shot upright in bed.
She looked around wildly.
No water.
No eerie forest.
Just the quiet space of her familiar bedroom.
Her breathing slowly steadied, but her chest still felt tight.
It had felt too real to be a dream… that much she knew.
After all, she knew how dreams worked.
Quiet. Fading. Easy to forget.
This… wasn’t like that.
Something about it felt wrong.
Then she saw it.
A faint red mark on her wrist.
It hadn’t been there before.
Fear crept in as her eyes darted to the window.
Closed.
Just the way she had left it.
A quiet realization settled in.
It wasn’t a dream.
It was something more.
Lyra took a shaky breath and got out of bed.
Her feet hit the floor—
Muddy.
Like she had been walking barefoot outside.
She froze.
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“Are you still coming over Friday night?”
Amy’s voice pulled Lyra out of her thoughts.
“Come again?” Lyra asked, her tone distant as she tried to process what had happened the night before.
“Come on, what’s wrong?” Amy said, turning to her from her locker, arms crossed.
“Nothing,” Lyra replied quickly. “Really, there’s nothing. Now stop looking at me like I just offended your whole generation.”
A small smile tugged at her lips.
“I could swear something’s wrong with you,” Amy said, though she had already uncrossed her arms and gone back to searching through her locker.
“Just a bad dream,” Lyra sighed.
The word dream felt wrong in her mouth.
“Oh… those can be annoying. Like the one I had last week where—”
Amy kept talking.
Lyra nodded along, but she barely heard a word.
The rest of the day passed in a blur.
By the time the final bell rang, school was over.
Lyra packed her bag quietly, her presence fading into the background of her classmates’ loud voices. Something about a party later that evening—but she didn’t catch the details.
Amy had left earlier.
Something about a date.
At least… that’s what Lyra thought she heard.
The walk home felt longer than usual.
The sun burned overhead, making everything feel heavier.
Lyra slowed, her gaze landing on a woman inside a passing bus, gently cooing at her baby.
Something soft twisted in her chest.
A quiet longing.
The bus sped past, snapping her out of it.
She exhaled slowly, steadying herself.
That kind of affection…
It felt like something that only existed on screens.
Movies. Dramas.
Not in her life.
Not anymore.
A sudden gust of wind swept through the street.
Too strong.
Lyra flinched.
She wasn’t the only one.
People around her paused, heads lifting toward the sky.
The bright afternoon dimmed.
Dark clouds gathered out of nowhere.
Lyra’s breath caught.
Something twisted sharply in her chest.
Her hand flew up, pressing against it as her heartbeat spiked.
It felt familiar.
Too familiar.
Like she had felt this before.
Like she had done this before.
“No…” she whispered.
Her breathing grew uneven.
Then—
She inhaled deeply.
And just like that—
The clouds disappeared.
Gone.
The sun returned, shining as if nothing had happened.
As if the sky hadn’t just changed.
As if it had all been an illusion.
Lyra stood frozen.
Around her, people murmured in confusion, their eyes still fixed on the now-clear sky.
Her thoughts spiraled.
“I did that…”
The words settled quietly in her mind.
Heavy.
Uncertain.
And filled with fear.
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