Lyra has a giggle as sweet as a bell, a gait as breezy as the wind, a smile as bright as the sun. These reasons and more are why Silver cannot bring himself to love her.
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Silver gives in when she kisses him, her lips like downy wings brushing against his lips, and he tries to kiss her back without the usual command and strength that defines him. They need no words to understand what they have become but all the while Silver wonders if it's right.
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Envy is a sin, Silver thinks while he punches Ethan in the face as hard as he can manage.
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He's angry at himself for letting jealousy consume him. He gets so possessive of her, even though he's well aware that she isn't his. She never has been, even if that's what it's seemed like for this long.
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He can feel her drifting. He knew that it wouldn't be long. Even as Lyra sits near him with her head leaning against his chest and her body gently rising and falling with each sleepy breath, her fingers still entwined with his, he can feel her drifting away.
One day she is going to find somebody who isn't so rock-hard inside and out. Someone whose embrace is warm as their heart, whose soul is just as pure as hers, whose hands fit with hers like two puzzle pieces finally making something whole.
Their love is futile, Silver knows, but for some reason he keeps going.