Lyra

Tomes and textbooks lay haphazardly across my desk, their pages filled with knowledge and wisdom that I tried to absorb...

In vain.

No matter how hard I tried, the words swam before my eyes, refusing to form any kind of meaning.

Ryan's face, with its chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes, haunted my thoughts like a ghost. The memory of his betrayal, of the pain he had inflicted upon me was a wound that no kiss… no touch could erase.

My ...