Liam
I couldn’t stay still.
I paced the pack house for what felt like hours. Every second that passed without Lyra returning only made the pressure in my chest grow tighter.
The dinner I had prepared sat on the table. Candles half melted. Plates warm. The flowers she liked most were arranged neatly. Everything was supposed to calm her and bring some peace between us; instead, all it did now was remind me of the silence she left behind after I f****d up.
I clenched my fists.
Grabbing the nearest plate, I smashed it against the wall. The sound rang loud through the room, but it didn’t calm me. I grabbed another plate, then another, and another. Glass, ceramic, wood… one by one, they shattered.
But it wasn’t enough.
I proceeded to slam my fist into the nearest wall.
Once.
Twice.
