Lyra

“Lyra… I'm sorry…” Rylan reached for my hand, trying to apologise but I pulled my hand away from his grip.

“Lyra…”

“Just. Go. Leave my room.” I replied, shifting my gaze away from him.

There was nothing to talk about. Nothing to mend. He had continuously shattered my heart into thousands of unmenable pieces.

Everytime Isla confronted me, he always stood there like a statue without doing anything to tame his mad dog.

After waiting around for a few seconds, Rylan ...