Two years passed. Kael was no longer feared as the leader of a gang. Instead, he lived a quieter life, walking the halls only with Lyra by his side.
At first, it felt like peace. But lately, something was different.
Lyra smiled less. She replied slower. Sometimes, when Kael looked at her, her eyes were far away—like she was thinking of someone else.
"Are you okay?" Kael asked one evening.
"I'm just tired," she answered quickly, then turned away.
Kael nodded, but in his chest, a heavy feeling grew.