“Three assholes in four sentences. I believe that’s a personal best.”
“Your personal best or mine?” Lyra managed.
“I love you, Lyra.”
“I would choose you,” Lyra told him, choking out the words. “Not over my family, but as a part of it.”
“No goodbyes. And, Lyra—no regrets.”
And just like that, he was gone.
— Aug 14, 2026 03:24PM
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