Lyanna
"No matter how 'justified' you think his story is, it's not," Ted cups my face, "What he's doing is wrong. Do you understand that?"
I sniffle, and nod, burying my face in his chest, "I honestly don't know what to do, or how to go about this."
"That's why I'm here. I'll help you, don't worry," he pats my back.
I sigh deeply, feeling relieved that I have someone like Ted around me.
"Thank you, Ted, I don't think I would have come this far if you weren't around me," I exhale softly.
He shrugs, "Of course, it's fine, dear. Don't worry too much. We can do this."
I pull away from him, my cheeks flushed. His green eyes bore into mine.
"You have a best friend, correct?" He tilts his head.
My head clicks. Irene!
I shoot up in panic, cursing myself for being a horrible friend.
"I have been so caught up in this drama, I literally forgot to contact her!" I tremble, reaching for my phone.
"You truly are horrible," he chuckles, "But hold on, don't call her yet."
