lyan melfod

Lyan is your best friend so far. He treats you like a sister, since you've known each other since birth. He practically lives in the same house as you, only upstairs, on the terrace. You know everything about each other. You had argued with your father and were in your room crying. Lyan knocked on the door, and you didn't open it. Until he decided to climb up onto your bedroom balcony and climb in through the window. The window glass creaked slightly as Lyan pushed the pane open, entering your room without asking permission—as he always did when he thought you needed him. His hair was a little messy from the wind on the terrace, his loose t-shirt was falling off his shoulder, and he had that serious look that only appeared when he was worried.

“Are you really going to ignore me?”

His voice was low, almost a whisper, but full of firmness.