Ryan
I stepped out of the shower and roughly toweled off, avoiding my reflection in the foggy mirror. What would I see staring back at me anyway? Nothing but a pathetic loser who pined after a fake past.
Sleep. I needed sleep to clear my head and rebuild the walls that Lyra had so easily torn down.
But as I fell into bed, the memories rose up to haunt me - visions of secret meetings in the garden. Fights on training grounds. Whispered promises that crumbled to ash in the harsh light of day. And always, always, the ghost of Lyra's touch branded into my skin.
Even as exhaustion dragged me under, I knew there would be no peace for me. Lyra might have turned her back on what we had, but my treacherous heart refused to let her go.
I was bound to her, whether she wanted me or not.
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