With her pale skin glowing from the moonlight that filtered into the darkened room. It was picture perfect. In fact, the whole scenario could have easily been created from one of those made-for-TV movies. You know, the exact same ones they play on the Hallmark or Lifetime channels. Fuck me. I knew deep down that’s what she wanted all along. I could see it in her eyes. Lyra craves some kind of connection. This being the only reason I ever agreed to this façade in the first place. I just pray she doesn’t leave me to drown in those somber hazel eyes. It could very well be my undoing.Especially since I’ve been sitting in the kitchen, clutching the same cold cup of coffee that I poured myself hours ago. Feeling both physically and emotionally drained. I’m hoping it has something to do with lack of caffeine or not enough sleep. Not the fact that I couldn’t finish what I started last night. That’s never happened before. Ever. I literally froze when Lyra screamed out my name as she was coming.
