Five years later

LYRA

Five years had taught me that surviving and living were two different things.

I survived. I woke up every morning in the small room I shared with my mother. I walked to the bookkeeper's office in Frostveil's capital where I spent hours recording numbers that didn't matter for people who wouldn't remember my name. I came home, I counted coins and I measured out medicine while i watched my mother waste away from Moon Fever while the world kept spinning like none of it ...