Cassandra: He is there, sitting in that chair like a statue, half defeated, his mind adrift.He doesn’t speak, he hardly moves.He breathes like one does when trying not to think.I know him. I know him by heart. His silences are much more talkative than his words. And this one screams her name, Lyra.It makes me want to scream, to slap him, to shake him until he stops seeing her everywhere, even with his eyes closed.But I say nothing.I stay there, my legs tucked under the blanket, playing the part of the sweet, exhausted girl, the one who has experienced a little trauma, who just needs a bit of warmth and support.He stayed, right? So I continue.I let the discomfort linger.And he breathes it in deeply.He will never know. He doesn’t need to know.I saw them, that’s all.They kissed.And not just a light or vague kiss. No. A real, slow, deep, devastating one. The kind that says everything the words dare not say.And I couldn’t let that go.So I did what I had to do.A shiver. A h
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