In 18 years, Lyra Queen, has yet to:
- Kiss a boy;
- Meet her mother;
- Go through a near-death experience.
In a week, she is going to do all three.
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Lucas
Lyra's shaking hands made my own shake because I couldn't tell what was bothering her. Perhaps it was the fact that we had been waiting for the bus for 15 minutes or the fact that we even had to take the bus. But then again, she was the one who suggested we arrive early and told the mechanic we could pick up the car.
So my other only guess was that she didn't want to take the bus, as she'd made evident with her actions, now and in the past.
The only thing I couldn't pick up on was why.
"The bus arrives in three minutes," Her face was partially covered by her hair but I could still see her closing her eyes while she nodded. The brand new wooden bench suffered along with her nails as she was tried to relieve the stress by scratching its surface.
People started moving when the wheels of the bus distinctively sounded as it came to a stop on its designated spot. Lyra moved first and I followed her closely as the passengers left the bus, a few of them giving us odd looks as they passed.
My hand touched Lyra's shoulder and she brushed it off, startled, "Hey, what's wrong?"
Her eyes briefly glanced at me and she smiled, "Nothing's wrong."
I stopped myself from touching her again and nodded. The fact that she thought I wouldn't tell something was wrong made my heart ache and that she didn't trust me enough to tell me what was wrong made it break.
Ipocrita, I told myself. She had also asked me about my grandma's funeral and I had omitted the reason why I hadn't been there. Though, I'm sure it wasn't for the same reason, she was entitled to keeping things from me, especially when I was the master of keeping things from people, including her.
From how close we stood, we were the first to get in the bus and Lyra sped to the back seats as I paid for both of us. The peeled off leather of the seat scratched my thighs through my jeans as we waited for the rest of the people to get in.
Lyra's shaking became distinctively noticeable when she started touching her face and the teardrops descended from her eyes, "Hey."
Upon hearing my voice, she began sobbing and hurried out of the door, addressing everyone in her way and apologizing when she bumped into them. My legs acted faster that my mind and despite not understanding what was going on, I followed her outside where I found her gasping for breaths and hunched over. Another one?
I tried to touch her from behind but she moved away before I could. Now facing me, I could tell that despite her tremulous hands, it wasn't a panic attack, "Get away from me."
"If I get away from you, I can't help you," I made a move and her blodshot eyes scanned me over quickly before she shook her head, "Lyra-"
