Thank you guys for reviewing, I'm glad you actually liked it. So, here comes Lyra's second letter, written seven months after the first one. Enjoy.
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I lie awake
Eyes wide open and fixed somewhere in the space,
Trying so hard not to think of you,
But even as I'm drifting to sleep, my every thought is directed toward you…
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Your face still haunts me,
Haunts my dreams,
Your voice still echoes in my head,
And suddenly I'm awake,
My screams pierce the air…
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Why can't you hear me,
Calling your name,
Don't you hear me,
Screaming in pain?
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Still you haunt me, phantomwize,
Never seen by waking eyes,
Filthy way you think of me; agonize,
You're driving me insane!
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Why do fools fall in love,
God help me, but I feel that without you I cannot survive…
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Dear Will…
Moving on is a lot harder than I imagined. It was a hell lot easier simply to hold onto memories, hoping you'll come for me. Seven months have passed since my first letter, seven most agonizing months of my life. The more I'm trying to forget, the harder it gets. Every night I dream of you, of happy days we spent together, of many adventures we had… In my dreams my memories of you are so vivid, so real that it feels I just have to reach for you and that you'll be, when I wake up, next to me. But you're not. You're not here. It's not fair. But nobody ever said life will be fair…
Days are easier. Over the day I'm too occupied to think of anything, not even of you. I believe I haven't told you yet; I'm working on college of Jordan as professor but also as director. Yes, you heard me right; I'm director of Jordan and also professor of Physics, for two years. In two weeks it'll be second year, I believe. If you're wandering what I have been doing before I returned to Jordan, the answer is simple; traveling. I've been traveling all over the world. I've been visiting our friends like, Serafina Pekkala, Gypsies and Iorek Byorninson, but I have also been making some new ones. But that couldn't have taken thirteen years of my life, you must be thinking. Well, you're right. As much as I'm ashamed to admit it, for most of those thirteen years I've been hiding like a runway; running away from my duties, my friends and my destiny. That doesn't sound like me, does it? Running away is nothing like Lyra Silvertounge you once knew, but then again, fifteen years have passed and I'm nothing like Lyra you knew anymore. Well, I am still stubborn, I am still proud and I am still arrogant, but otherwise than that, I have changed awfully a lot. To better or worse only God knows. Pardon me; only Xaphania knows.
Goodbye for now Will. Goodbye…
Yours forever, Lyra…
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This is it, hope you enjoyed. Sorry for making you wait so long for this chapter, I was supposed to post quiet some time ago, but some problems arose. Anyway, if you liked comment. If you didn't, well, comment anyways, good critic always comes a handy.