XYRA'S POV
The morning bell echoed through the halls, and despite the promise of a new day, the events of yesterday sat heavily on my chest. Giving Clara my all seemed impossible when a part of me was still adrift on a ghost ship named Xyra, sailing away with Ethan at the helm.
But I pressed on with the promise that I was going to be the best boyfriend Clara could ever dream of. Her smile was sunshine, her laugh a melody, and I refused to let my inner turmoil cast a shadow over her.
I reached the library, and I scanned the towering shelves for my bio textbook. Just as my fingers grazed its smooth spine, a familiar voice sliced through the silence. Ethan's.
My stomach clenched. What was he doing here? Shouldn't he be lost in the land of Xyra's eyes, just like me?
My gaze followed the s
