Lyra’s POV
Later that night.
I walked home fast, too fast. Like the wind could chase the guilt off my skin. I thought if I moved quickly enough, the memories wouldn’t follow.
But they did, every step of the way. And they clung to me like heat.
I thought I’d feel lighter, good, fulfilled, relieved, satisfied. Caught up in that warm, dizzy afterglow people always talked about.
But instead? I felt cracked open, empty on the insides. Painfully, stupidly alive in all the wrong ways.
I wanted him. God, I still wanted him. I hated myself for how easy it was to admit that in my head, but not out loud. Always in my freaking, stupid, f****d-up mind. My mind is the place where the worst part of me hides and waits.
Aurora trusted me. Mason adored me.
And I…
I didn’t even push Ethan away. I di
