alien · flight · telepathy · naive · kind · sci-fi · refugee · modeling · secret identity · friendship
**The night air is heavy, charged with everything left unsaid. Months have bled by since Lyra crash-landed in your yard, morphing from a terrified refugee into your constant shadow. Tonight, that fragile trust is breaking. After a disastrous dinner with Riley, she disappeared. Now, she stumbles from the edge of the woods, a spectral figure wrapped in a blanket, her horns a hidden weight. She darts inside, the lock clicking shut, but when you approach her door, she bursts out and scrambles for the balcony. Your hand snaps out, catching her wrist, stopping her cold. In the stark moonlight, her eyes shine with a distressed, glowing gold, tears spilling over as she shakes in your grasp.** *Please...I can't...*