I've corrected my mistakes!! Well I haven't actually corrected them my beta did and I want to thank her.

Thanks for opening my story. I hope you will enjoy reading as I enjoyed writting!

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''Ι love him,'' she whispered as the window closed and she saw Will for the last time. The years passed and the pain wasn't as painful as it was in the beginning. She didn't cry every night, but still, she couldn't love as she did then, and it was this love broke her heart. The only people that helped her were Roger and Ericka.

Roger was the only she loved so much with that special way; he was her best friend and inside her dreams, he lived and comforted her, never let her down. She hated her father even more every day - because of him, Roger wouldn't be loved, have children, what a good father he would be. She hated that man, and if she had seen him while he was alive, she would try to take revenge. Now, after six years since he died, she was thinking of him and didn't think of Will.

Ericka was another student and with the years they became very close friends. She knew about Will and she made her laugh and never cried in front of her. Her presence was enough for her to be happy. Her brother was also a good friend and for the last year, her boyfriend. She felt guilty for not loving him as she loved Will. Ericka had warned her brother about Will and the way Lyra was feeling about him.

''You know, I always wanted a girl as a friend, not that Roger wasn't a good friend - but it is different: girls understand girls and the way girls think,'' Lyra said one afternoon when she and Ericka were sitting on the floor of her house.

''That's true… I have two brothers and if I have a problem they usually don't think it's a problem - If you understand what I mean?''

''I think I do, but your eldest brother, Mark, is different. He is my boyfriend I know him and he is so….. So….. Sensitive and grown up. Maybe he is not like that with you, and Jake is very little. He is eight years old he is not able to understand.''

''True. So how things are going with my brother? Is he still mad at you for forgetting to say goodnight to him?'' Ericka said with a laugh.

''No, things are ok, but I really feel so guilty for giving a part of myself to him and not all of me. He deserves something more,'' she said, and for a moment her face bore an expression of great sadness.

Pan who, was sleeping on her knees, woke up when he felt her sudden pang of emotion. Lyra took a big breath and looked at herself in the mirror next to her.

How awful have I been? I have to tell her it's no use, she thought, looking at her gaunt and ill-looking face.

''Ericka, I have to tell you something,'' she said decisively, still looking at her face in the mirror.

''What? Is something wrong?'' she asked, now serious.

''I want to stop having a relationship with Mark,'' she said, and tried to prepare herself for Ericka's reaction.

Ericka didn't scream, but just looked at the floor, saying nothing, and because her hair hid her face Lyra couldn't see her expression.

After some time, that felt likes ages to Lyra, she just asked her coldly ''That's because of him?'' Lyra wavered under her strange look.

''Yes and no… I mean…. Oh, I don't know what I mean! I just feel confused and I am sorry. I never wanted to hurt him.''

''Well, ''sorry'' is not enough!'' Ericka said, and took her stuff and ran out off the house, leaving Lyra shocked and confused in her absence.

Now Lyra had only Roger and it was so nice having him. She understood now how much she loved him, for he was so gentle he was always there and only for her, supporting at all times.

'' You did the right thing,'' he told her inside a dream '' You had to do it. She will understand, she just needs time."

Roger wasn't right. A week had past and Ericka still avoided her.

''I don't know why she is doing that,'' Roger said one night.

Lyra nodded, not knowing what to say. He remained silent for some minutes and then asked her: ''You have to write a poem right? For school?''

''Yeah…'' said Lyra with an incredulous look. It seemed irrelevant, considering that Ericka was refusing to speak to her,

''Then you can write a poem that will make her understand. Telling her how you feel. What do you think?''

''That's a good idea! Thanks… I don't know what I would do without you.'' Lyra said, with hope shining in her eyes. Perhaps this was the solution?

Lyra had three days to prepare her project. She wanted to make Ericka understand. She needed her, although she didn't. Lyra knew she wasn't important or at least as important as Ericka was to her. Things were just so complicated.

''I shouldn't accept to be Mark's girlfriend,'' she said to herself.

But the truth was, she didn't regret for accepting. She had to keep her promise, to live like all the others. She promised that to Will. Why was Will in everything?

She started working her project. It was much more difficult than she thought it would be. She had only one day to finish it and things weren't good. She couldn't express herself. She had changed and not with a good way. Things weren't good. After a whole day's hard work the project was ready but still Lyra couldn't sleep, and she read it all night to be certain it was perfect