Violet
Goosebumps riddled my skin. I reached out to tap Lyra.
"Lyra. I would like to move somewhere else."
Her face flushed as she looked around. Whether she was embarrassed to have not noticed the situation until now, or was embarrassed to be seen with me, I couldn't care less.
I wanted to get away from here.
"I am so, so sorry for this." She grabbed onto my hand and pulled me deeper into the crowd. We wove through more pathways, climbed a few stairs, a bridge and soon, we were on another street.
Lyra's hands drifted to her braid, and she began to twist the end. Repeatedly. Again and again until the top was a jagged mess. Her face was pale with shock, and she repeatedly murmured under her breath.
"That wasn't… that wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't supposed to happen. What were they thinking?"
My eyes widened.
I was supposed to be the one panicking. Why was she so out of sorts?!
"What—"
