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"I don't want either of you here right now," she finally said, her voice low, almost pleading, though she hated that it came out like that. She didn't want to be weak, didn't want to show them how much she was struggling, how much she hated herself for it. But everything about tonight felt wrong-too much pressure, too many expectations. Too much feeling.
Syrus's expression softened, and for a split second, she thought she saw something like understanding flash in his eyes before it was replaced by that same dangerous grin. "We'll leave you to it, then," he said, but there was an edge to the words, like he wasn't done with her just yet.
Allen looked over his shoulder, his gaze meeting hers, searching for something. When she didn't meet his eyes, he sighed, but didn't push it. "We'll talk later," he said quietly, before turning to follow Syrus.
Lyra didn't watch them go. She couldn't. Not when the weight of everything-of both of them-was still hanging on her shoulders, like a storm waiting to break.
The moon was still high above, but the calm it should have given her felt so far away. There was no peace in her heart, only confusion, and a deep, gnawing feeling that she didn't know how much longer she could keep running from whatever this was.
And somehow, she wasn't sure she wanted to anymore.