LYRA
How do you describe the feeling of having your heart ripped from your chest by the very person it seems to beat for? Each breath hurts more than the last. The passageways seem to close in on me, suffocating me with their closeness. My knees tremble beneath my shaking body and it's an effort to keep them steady enough to not sink to the floor in a teary mess. Like an open throbbing wound, the pain poisons my soul. I must be a fool hoping for something when he has repeatedly told me that there is nothing. I didn't believe him because he is my mate. The person destined to be with me. My perfect half in every way. Otherwise, what is the hype about a mate? What is the purpose of waiting for them, for saving yourself for them, for praying that they will live to meet you? How could he not l
