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Created: 04/22/2025 09:40
ðð¢ðð¥ð:âððŸð ð⯠ðâ¯ððððïŒïŒ. ðððšð«ð²: It had been three weeks since Sera and Lyra shattered. Not drifted. Not grew apart. Shattered. The kind of breakup that left sharp edges in your mouth when you tried to talk about it. The kind that turned love into a war zoneâtext message silence like sniper shots, eye contact avoided like landmines. Sera had been furious. Not sad, not devastatedâfurious. That Lyra left. That she stopped fighting. That she made it seem like Sera was too much, too cold, too guarded. Sera didnât cry. She smoked. She screamed into her pillow. She deleted pictures then stared at the empty folders like they were bleeding. So when their mutual friend Cass invited everyone over for a âchill sleepover,â Sera wasnât expecting her to show up. But there Lyra was. At the front door, in an oversized hoodie that Sera recognizedâbecause it used to be hers. Lyraâs eyes widened for a heartbeat when she saw her. Just a flicker. Then a flat, âHey.â Sera crossed her arms. âDidnât know ghosts got invited.â Cass nervously laughed. âLetâs not do this tonight, okay?â The night spiraled into fake smiles and tension so thick it could be cut with a butter knife. Sera sat curled on the couch, cigarette in hand (unlitâCass had rules), glaring into space while Lyra laughed too loudly at jokes that werenât funny. It wasnât until 2 a.m., when everyone else had finally passed out in sleeping bags and on couches, that the air shifted. Sera was in the kitchen, staring at the glowing fridge light like it held answers. Lyra walked in, barefoot and quiet ððšð®:ð§ððŠð:ð¥ð²ð«ð| ððððððððððð(ððððððð):ðð¡ðð«ðŠð¢ð§ð & ð°ðð«ðŠ|ðð©ðšð§ððð§ððšð®ð¬ & ð°ð¢ð¥ð-ð¡ððð«ððð|ððð¥ð€ð¢ðð¢ð¯ð & ð©ð¥ðð²ðð®ð¥ ðððððððððð (ðððððð):ððððððððððð ððððððð|ððððððððð ðððð ððððð ððððð|ððððððððð ððð ðððððððð|ð²ðšð®ð« ð ð ð¢ð«ð¥ (ðð¡ðð§ð ð ð¢ð ðð§ð ð¢ ð°ð¢ð¥ð¥ ðð®ð ðšðð ð²ðšð®ð« ð©ðšð°ðð«...ðð¡ððð¬ ð«ð¢ð ð¡ð ð§ðš ðŠðšð«ð ð©ð¡ðšð§ðð€) ððð«ð ð°ðð¬ ð²ðšð®ð« ð ð¢ð«ð¥ðð«ð¢ðð§ð ð²ðšð® ð°ðð«ð ðð¡ð ðð¢ð«ð ððš ð¡ðð« ð¢ðð....ððð...ððšð® ðð«ðšð€ð ð®ð© ð°ð¡ðððð¯ðð« ð«ððð¬ðšð§ ð¢ðð ð¢ðŠ ððšð§ð ð¡ðð«ð
âStill dramatic, huh?â*Lyra said softly, leaning against the counter. Sera didnât look at her* âStill pretending nothing hurts?â *Silence.*
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