This is a story about getting over love, set when Lyra and Will are 25. This is a first short chapter to introduce Lyra as an adult, changed? Or still the same old Lyra? This chapter is based on a monologue my drama teacher set me based on the play, and about really digging deep and getting into the character. If you want when you're reading the speech read it aloud, it will give more of an effect on you.
His Dark Materials is owned by *the Great* Phillip Pullman
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Lyra walked slowly through the streets of Oxford, uneasy to get to her destination. Lifting her hands to her face, she blew on them revealing a cloud of cold air. Pan looked at her with sympathy, not for the temperature but for her willingness to continue walking. Approaching the garden, she stumbled on a rock; it was almost if the world was trying to stop her. Her long red coat covered her shivering, but couldn't cover her pale white face, which again it wasn't the temperature.
Pan hopped up on to the bench at the other side of the decaying garden. The tree's leaves had died long ago, even the weeds hadn't survived, however the rose bush next to the bench had been frozen still keeping some of their blood red colour. Lyra sat down next to Pan toward the middle of the old bench, already slightly slanted.
Staring at what seems to be an invisible wall. At 25, it would've seemed Lyra hasn't changed one bit, from passers by she seemed like a lost child. Lyra knew that she couldn't let Will go that easily so she kept her agreement, to come back every year at New Year. Opening her mouth ready to speak, the cold hit the back of her throat making her close it again. She seemed to think first, to get the words right completely think that will was listening.
"I came Will once again. (She paused) alone but not alone. Waiting watching the same empty space, I know you are watching to, that same empty space as I am. We are together at last though so far apart. Oh, pan I know you miss him to, maybe there is some way that we can see him, maybe another window not yet closed. Yes, I know impossible. What if he is not there, what if he has forgotten or maybe met someone and they are there together, laughing and waiting for nothing. I know I should not be jealous, in a way I am glad that he has moved on, found another, married, starting a family. I can't bear it! Maybe Daisy is right; you would want me to move on wouldn't you. It would make you happy; you would love to see that I am happy, as I would love to see that you are."
Lyra paused to gaze at Pan, who snuggled closer to Lyra's frozen coat. She began to speak slowly again.
"We changed everything, yet no one in your world will have a clue. Oh, Will I feel so alone, after all that time ours worlds haven't changed one little bit! It feels like it was all for nothing, like everything we've been through has all ended up the same, nothing is different nothing is new. When we were travelling, all I thought about was the time we were in, sometimes wondering if I would have a future at all. I've now found out I've got a whole life ahead of me, but not a clue how to live it… without you. I don't think there will be a moment in my life when I don't hear your voice. It's like the Oxford birds you know they are always chirping but you don't know where from, and they're always in the background. I never dreamed what it would feel like, to love someone so much. "
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