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ning too far away to matter. I leaned into my brother, letting th

ted like dust and cheap wool. I wished it would blow harder, flatten

ulsing, tearing my hair for Papa. Instead, I'm just... cold. And the cold wasn't the air's fault.

om the bar. If not, I would have drunk myse

eyes kept on hovering each moment hoping to see Lucian in the crowd. H

back of the crowd. A sudden, noticeable shift. Whispers

ecks to get a better look. My gaze followed theirs

st friend, Aryan. They looked like a nearly wedded couple on their way to a honeymoon

them felt as if the floor had suddenly dissolved, leaving my stomach to lurch into a cold, empty void. The air in my lungs turned

n was about to slip away with Aryan, I hurriedly confro

te? " I choked at him right when

Lyra?" His tone w

this while I have been calling your line yet you chose to ignore my calls? And now show

d man is late and takes no note of time anymore..and also abo

ing in my throat. "Papa's funeral doesn't matter? Wh

pped closer, his voice dropping. "Lyra just like I have said

t tell me you are seriously believ

broken. "No. You can't be serious. This can't be happening. No

n, we can solve this together. Just the two of us." I pleaded with him. My voice was barely a whisper,

nfided in, and I wasn't going to back down without a fight. I wasn't going

wyer is already drafting the papers; expect them by the end of the wee

already." I said, even though I knew it

is eyes seemed to flicker with a hi

coldly. "You and I know that child is not mine, so you

.. Some spark of compassion? A glimmer of responsibilit

barely above a whisper. "This is our

g a mistake,

what we've built with each other. Y

e through the good times and bad. You've shared every part of yourself with m

ing his hands

em out of

guess what, it won't. The sooner you accept the fact

baby," I began,

That child isn't mine," he snapped, sliding into

u married," I pleaded, lunging after him. A searing pain rip

was a crumpled heap on the cold floor, the sting of the

yes wide with panic, his hand hovering near my shoulder as if afraid to touch me. Behind him, my mo

darkness. The murmurs from the crowd grew louder,

ything we