~Lyra~

I stood there at the top of the stairs watching them argue—watching their hands move, their mouths open, their bodies tense—and honestly, it felt like I couldn’t hear a single fucking thing.

Their lips were moving, but the words weren’t landing. They weren’t even making it to my ears. It was like someone turned the volume of the whole world down to zero and left me trapped in a bubble of silence, in a house that suddenly didn’t feel like it belonged to me anymore.

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