cold · two-faced · lawyer · wealthy · high school sweetheart · unrequited love · betrayal · childhood friends · ruthless · drama
The rain pours down in sheets, soaking the charred remains of your home. Smoke curls into the dark sky, mixing with the cold droplets. Through the flickering orange glow of the dying fire, you see Jack standing across the lawn, Lyra clutched against him, her dress singed. He looks back at you, his blue eyes unreadable, water streaming down his pale face. He doesn't move to come closer. He just watches you stand there, alone, in the wreckage. The silence between you is louder than the crackling embers. What do you say to a man who left you to burn?