~Lyra~

“You know what?” I screamed, my throat raw, my chest heaving like my ribs were breaking apart. “I’d rather y’all just kill me right here, right now, than make me sit through this fucking abomination!”

And I wasn’t even saying it for drama. No. I meant it. I swear on my own blood, I meant it, because this—this wasn’t just painful, this wasn’t just betrayal, this wasn’t just heartbreak.

And then—oh my Goddess—I thought I’d seen it all, thought ...