Lyra
Ignoring everyone else, I went straight ahead to the master bedroom—Kyle’s room, such a familiar room that he used to drag me here and make me sing for him as he would listen to it with smiles. It was also the same room that ruined my dignity. The same room he used to force himself on me on the day of his wedding. Ever since that night, I have never set foot in his room, not until today.
After all, those good memories I had with him in this room had been tainted and couldn’t be washed away even if I had to knock my head to force myself to forget about it.
I shook my head and stopped thinking about the past. The past is already a past and I had long buried those emotions I used to have for him and I have no intention of opening it up ever again—especially after seeing that h
