Nyx
After Lyra finished telling her story with Kaden, she didn't cry. Not a single tear escaped those sharp, beautiful eyes of hers.
But it was painfully obvious she didn't need to.
The hurt was already doing all the speaking for her, loud, raw, and impossible to ignore. It sat heavily in her prolonged silences, in the way she kept blinking too slowly, as if each flutter of her lashes was an attempt to convince herself she hadn't been publicly shattered in front of the entire academy. The quiet devastation clung to her like a second shadow, making the air around her feel thicker, heavier, more fragile.
And somehow… that made the entire revelation feel even worse. More real. More permanent.
