1 Ism Sorry (1/2)

Lyra unconsciously stood up from her seat by the vanity table when she recognized the man at her doorway.

He didn't say a word nor move a muscle, only looked at her.

When their eyes met, Lyra tried to pull away, but found herself locked under the domineering pressure of his gaze.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to stop. The anxious voice of her sister echoed into the background as she slowly moved the phone away.

He was supposed to be sleeping in the living room, not standing in front of her. Yet here he was, in the middle of her room, wearing a half-buttoned shirt that was still wrinkled from his earlier nap on the couch.

She dared to hope he didn't hear anything, but the expression on his face said everything.

Lyra took a step forward. ”Kurtis, let me explain-”

”Stay where you are!” The thunder in his voice shook the entire room and Lyra accidentally let the phone slip from her fingers.

”Who are you even?”

His eyes were cold, completely void of the warmth she was so accustomed to seeing.

Lyra went stiff for a moment before gathering the courage to say what she wanted to say from the very moment she stepped foot onto his island, before living in his villa, before getting to know him, and before falling in love with him.

”I'm Angela's…twin sister, Lyra.”

How she wanted to tell him so many times, but when she finally did, she wished with all her heart that she didn't.

But it didn't matter. The man in front of her already knew. He asked, because he was counting on a very last miracle that he was wrong.

Kurtis's stern gaze once again fell on the girl who looked so familiar with her petite face and big brown eyes. This time however, he didn't expect to notice how her lashes were just a little longer, how the angle of her small nose sloped a thread line more upward, and how her lips curved a little more rounder.

Those things were there all along, he just didn't see it. He didn't want to.

”Why couldn't you just have lied one more time?” he asked, covering his eyes with his hand. Even though it was subtle, Lyra could see that he was shivering like an injured animal, resembling nothing like the man who stood like a lion just seconds before.

Lyra couldn't stop her own tears from rolling down. ”I'm so sorry,” was all she managed to whisper.

In a split second, all the grief Kurtis felt switched over to anger.