Disclaimer- again. I own nothing. Do you people want me to feel bad? Alright, I admit that Phillip Pullman is a literary genius. It's a pity fest. Come join me.

Will sat in his small studio apartment, reading and re-reading the piece of paper clenched in his hand. It won't change, he told himself as he re-read it again.

Dearest Will,

It has been a long time, hasn't it? I go to the bench every year and I know you do as well because I feel you and Kirjava there with Pan and I. That is why I hope you'll receive this letter somehow, because we're connected.

Well my darling I find that there is no easy way to say this. Believe me I know. But I am going to try.

I've met someone. His name is Kevin. A few months ago, he proposed to me and I accepted. Do you understand Will? I am getting married.

I want you to know that I was unable to keep my promise to you. In the back of my mind, I am always comparing him to you and he always turns out looking worse.

Oh Will, I don't know what to do. I want to be happy and maybe I could be happy with him. But I am not so sure.

I know I could be happy with you. Life would be perfect if only I could be with you.

But I have to resign myself to the fact that being with you is impossible. So it looks as if I must marry Kevin and settle for a life of some happiness instead of the wonderful life I envision with you.

So, until next time,

Your beloved always,

Lyra

Will crumpled up the paper in his fist. He had no idea how he'd gotten hold of it. It'd suddenly appeared on the bench and he'd just known it was for him.

He sighed. Lyra was getting married. His Lyra. Married. His Lyra was getting married. He frowned. She wasn't his Lyra anymore. He looked back at the crumpled letter. She was...Kevin's Lyra. Kirjava frowned up at him, shaking her head.

"What?" Will asked irritably. "Don't look at me like that."

"You must stop tormenting yourself." She said.

"I'm not tormenting myself." He muttered. "Lyra is getting married. My Lyra is getting married."

Kirjava did not respond. The silence allowed Will to sink back into his thoughts, recalling something Mary Malone had told him a week ago.

"If there was a way for you to be with Lyra, would you do it?" she'd asked him. He'd immediately said yes. He remembered the mischievous smile on her face. There was something she wasn't telling him. Grabbing his coat, he left, determined to find out what it was.

Ok, short again...I know! Don't kill me...but I'm working on it, and my next chapter will definitely be longer.

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Bye guys.

Amy