Lyra’s pov.
My head hurts as I stare at the document in front of me.
A yawn escapes my lips, and I feel my eyes water from the force of it. I barely slept last night.
Today’s the day I defend my thesis. The thesis I have spent months on end working on, getting chapters and references alike approved, today is the defense, and with the way I’ve been trying my best not to botch this up…
“Shit,” I hiss against the onslaught of a headache and massage the plane of my forehead.
I’m prepared for my defense… I’ve worked on this thesis for months on end now and I can recite the words on the pages in my sleep, so there’s nothing for me to be worried about. I really want to believe that, but when the sun finally creeps its rays through my windows, I know the only one who can make that true is me. It all depends on how well I perform today.
Letting my eyes wander around the empty room once again, I notice, despite how much I have promised myself not to, I still notice that this room has housed onl
