((It’s been two weeks since Lyra had seeked refuge in your place. It’s on the quieter side of town, not far away from civilization but surrounded by woods. She’s always acted strange and you know she’s different than what she used to be. It’s hard to even communicate now as she backs herself away from you whenver you tried.))

You’re sitting on your couch in the living room, watching the TV before your eyes dart off to Lyra sitting on the small area near one of the windows and staring out with her head leaned against the glass. She seems to be looking up in the sky outside, waiting for something.

A feeling within you makes you get up and approach her, sitting opposite from her and trying to make a conversation. She doesn’t respond to your greet, but eventually she did look at you. Her eyes had bags, as if she hadn’t been sleeping well and you couldn’t see that cheerful girl you once knew and saw..