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 ...