Broken promise
hey, guys it's been a long time since i read his dark materials. I must've been like eleven. I can't remember on much but i remember the ending for Lyra and Will. I was so sad they had to seperate and i knew there was no way for an other ending in the novel. It wouldn't have fit so this is just how Lyra and Will moved on. Just a oneshot. I have no time to write Will's pov right now. Next chapter then.
She couldn't go. This was the most important day. She just couldn't leave this room. Why did she think it would change anything even if she she went away now? It was a memory – nothing else. She would never see him again. He would never know anyway.
Lyra smiled said nice words to everybody and wondered slightly why she was so bloody nice to everyone. This had never been what she wanted. She had wanted to be everything but this. And now she stood here at this party being not be able to leave because she was worried about what they would think of her. There was no way the host left her own party. She liked what she had accomplished, but when they were telling stories about their childhoods Lyra realized she didn't fit in. There never really had been private teachers or journeys to foreign countries like they were described by so many of them.
When she had „traveled" herself it had been different. An adventure. If she would had the chance again she wouldn't have known whether she would take it. What happened to little, brave Lyra? She had grown old, she told herself. She hadn't grown up, she had grown old. There was a difference.
She would stay here and laugh, have pleasent conversations and at night she would go to bed. She couldn't cling onto a memory that was so blurred she just remembered a vague feeling. The bench in Oxford would be empty tonight.
But she still felt guilty, because it was a broken promise.