3 Ch1

6 years later

Lyra twirled her silky,long blonde hair around her fingers while nibbling on her pen, trying to focus on her drawing of a rose, she reached up, trying to find her colour pencils. A picture wobbled from the shelf and fell. She cursed and picked it back up, upon seeing the picture,her face changed from annoyed to sorrow .

Ophelia, her friend .

Lyra went to a physiologist to forget about everything but didn't take away the photo, she fought back tears as her mind drifted back to that day, her memory of that disaster is as crystal clear.

"Ophelia!"Lyra cried out, hands cupped over her pale face after running out of the woods.

"Should I go back? Should I save her?She might still be alive!"Lyra cursed her cowardness ,she didn't know whether to go back or stay safe in town

"It's all my fault! How would mum and ...and others see me?" Lyra broke down in tears as she grieved for her friend. She went back home , crying , Told her parents about the incident, however, the parents frowned , confused and said ," Who is Ophelia? "

"What?!"Lyra exclaimed and looked around , wanting to show her parents a picture of her, but as soon as she said that, every picture with Ophelia in it was now ruined, the place where Ophelia stood was in white, slowly fading into the background .

Then...Wait...