Lurgard.
The moment I opened the door, I froze.
Shock rooted me to the spot, my hand still resting against the frame as the scene before me registered fully in my mind.
Lawrence…kissing Theresa.
The sight burned into me, sharp and undeniable, sending a surge of something raw through my chest. My jaw tightened instantly, my fingers curling slightly as I stood there, unable to look away for a split second longer than I should have.
How dare he?
The question echoed loudly in my mind, laced with a possessiveness I couldn't even begin to hide from myself.
Memories came rushing in without warning.
Back then… when we were younger…I was the one she spent the most time with.
We would run through the corridors endlessly, laughter trailing behind us as though nothing in the world could touch us. She would chase me, or I would chase her, it didn't matter. What mattered was that we were always together.
