Nyx
"Nyx…"
For a moment, I genuinely thought she might actually say something important.
Something meaningful.
Something raw and honest that could begin to explain why everyone in this house had suddenly decided I existed after years of treating me like little more than inconvenient furniture, something to be stored away, ignored, and occasionally dusted when guests were coming.
Instead, Luna Thalira simply stared at me.
Her lips parted slightly, as if the words were right there, hovering on the tip of her tongue.
Then they closed again.
Whatever fragile confession or explanation had been forming seemed to die before it could ever escape into the heavy air between us.
Her shoulders lowered ever so slightly.
A tiny gesture.
But it looked strangely defeated, like the weight of years of silence and regret had finally pressed down on her all at once.
"Never mind."
I almost laughed.
Never mind.
Of course.
