Folding her skirt as she walked through the corridor, Lyne's mind was filled with questions as to whether Zeidan is only putting up a show. She needed answers to a lot of questions but it seemed hard to ask.
The corridor was as empty as her inner self and she wondered if, at the end of her tunnel, there will be light just like the end of this passageway. Either way, it was either she lived as a second choice or not. She remembered his words about Luana having access to the Onyx room.
Have they been that close? Is she the stumbling block between two lovers? Maybe she needed to let them be. What's with the whispers, knowing each other's likes and dislikes, and taking her along to important places? This is a pure truth that cannot be denied. She is definitely the second choice.
Whi
