chapter 92

Lyra’s POV

I stood frozen, watching Kurtis walk away, each step he took like a knife to my heart. My legs felt like lead; I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. The sound of his footsteps echoing down the hallway grew fainter, and with it, my hope crumbled. Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling over as I collapsed onto the cold, hard hospital bench.

My body trembled with sobs, my breath catching in my throat as the weight of everything crashed down on me. I tried to wipe the tears away, but they kept coming, unstoppable like a storm that had been building for far too long. Why was everything falling apart?

I stared at the ring on my finger, the small, delicate band that Kurtis had given me, a promise of forever. It sparkled under the hospital’s harsh lights, mocking me with memories of the life we had started to build. I remember the night he gave it to me, how we’d laughed, tangled in each other’s arms, so full of love and hope for the future. Now, it all seemed like a distant dream.

Jame