LOGINLYRALast night's events left me drained. I barely slept, haunted by Lucas's cruel words, by that icy look he shot me as if to punish me again. The morning light filters through the curtains, but I lack the strength to get up right away. Alexandre is still asleep, his hand resting on mine, like a silent vow. This simple warmth kept me from completely sinking.A knock at the door suddenly pulls me from bed, persistent. My heart races. Who could come at this hour? I go downstairs, barefoot, heart pounding, and I find Tania.She is unrecognizable. Her eyes swollen from tears, her hair disheveled, her clothes wrinkled and stained. She clutches her bag as if her life depends on this futile anchor. When she raises her head, her face chills me: it’s a mask of despair.— Lyra… she stammers, her voice broken. I… I can't anymore…And suddenly, she literally collapses at my feet, her sobs echoing in the hallway, loud, suffocating, almost indecent in their violence.— Tania! I exclaim, leaning do
LYRAThe scent of dinner already floats through the house, a mix of roast, roasted vegetables, and sweet aromas coming from dessert. After my bath, I feel slightly lighter, but a dull nervousness catches up with me. Alexandre stays by my side, holding my hand as we dress, his discreet and attentive gestures giving me a courage I thought I had lost.I choose a simple yet elegant dress, light enough to feel comfortable, but subdued enough not to attract attention. Alexandre, on the other hand, is impeccable as always, his black suit perfectly tailored. His gaze meets mine in the mirror, and a slight smile is exchanged between us, a silent pact: whatever happens tonight, we face it together.As we descend, I feel my legs trembling slightly. The hall is bathed in warm light. My parents are already at the table, their cordial smiles making me uncomfortable. Lucas is there, leaning against a wall, looking detached but his eyes gleam with a provocative light.— So, Lyra, you look... calmer,
LYRAI am still lying on my bed, my body heavy with fatigue and anxiety, the memories of yesterday's revelations etched in every heartbeat. The tension has not left me for two days, and merely breathing seems to require monumental effort.— Lyra, come, whispers a familiar voice, soft and insistent.I look up. Alexandre stands in the doorway, a timid smile on his lips, a basket filled with towels and bath salts in his hands. The simplicity of this gesture contrasts with the shadow still lingering in my mind, and yet, there is something reassuring in this attention, something that gently pulls me out of my stupor.— Do you… really want me to get up now? I murmur, my voice barely audible.— Yes, he replies, playful yet tender. And besides… you need to relax, to find a bit of lightness. Come on, follow me. I promise not to drown you in the water this time, he laughs softly.I let out a small, fragile laugh, almost surprised to hear it. Alexandre smiles back, and I feel my shoulders ease a
LYRATwo days have passed, yet the image of that brown envelope, Yann's icy tone, Lucas's rigidity has never left me. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I stare at the floorboards as if they could offer me an answer, a foothold in this chaos.The world around me continues to spin: light filters through the curtains, soft and deceptive, sounds from the house rise from downstairs, but all of it feels distant, almost unreal. Each memory of that lunch returns with new intensity, as if my mind is trying to piece together a puzzle I dare not look at fully.I close my eyes. Mireille Davaine. The name spins in my head, repetitive and threatening. A discreet woman, silent, but omnipresent in the shadows of my past life. Have I been manipulated? Watched? Or worse... deliberately abandoned by those I trusted?A shiver runs through me. My breath shortens, almost trembling. The baby, however, still moves. This fragile life within me connects me to the present, to what remains real, tangible. I place m
TANIAI fall to my knees on the ground, breathless, heart pounding. My hands tremble, my fingers sink into the carpet as if to hold onto something slipping away—my dignity, my sanity, my anger. Each tear is a hammer blow in my chest, each sob a brutal reminder of everything I thought I knew.— How… why… why me? I murmur between sobs.I almost scream, but no sound comes out. My shoulders shake violently, my arms strike the air, the ground, my own legs, as if to externalize the chaos devouring me from within. I hate myself for having believed it. For having loved him. For having trusted him.— Tell me it’s a lie… tell me you’re lying… I plead, my voice broken, breathless.But his eyes do not lie. Lucas stands there, frozen, immobile, like a marble statue. He stares at me, and every second I meet his gaze is a blade. He does not move, does not touch me, shows no pity.LUCASI step forward slowly, my steps calculated, my gaze fixed on her. Every sob, every shiver of shame, every disordere
TANIA— How… how could you?My voice breaks. My legs wobble, my hands tremble. Every fiber of my body screams, unable to stand upright. In front of me, the scene is a waking nightmare: Lucas, my Lucas, lying on the bed with her. His lips still reddened from kisses, his hands still resting on her body.I am suffocating. My breath quickens, irregular, burning. Tears flow, hot, searing, as if they want to wash away my shame and disbelief. Each drop is a knife I stab into myself.— Tell me it’s not true, tell me it’s not…LUCASI slowly sit up, without haste, letting each movement weigh heavily. My eyes dive into hers, icy, relentless. No detour, no tenderness. Not a word of apology. The moment is here, perfect, cruel.— It’s true.Her eyes widen, her breath catches. The sobbing intensifies. I watch her stagger under the weight of my words, and I continue:— I never loved you, Tania.A heavy silence falls. Her knees buckle, she steps back, searching for an invisible support.— All this ti







