Day 16: Lyrok’s Journal

I sat by the river last night and Vex said something that stuck with me. Not words, exactly — more like a weight in my chest when he looked at me. His voice was quiet but his eyes… they felt like they were seeing through me. I don’t know why I keep going back to that spot. The water’s cold, but the stones are warm under my palms. I tried to forget, but the thought of him just keeps swirling in my head like those fireflies that flicker in the dark. I remember the way the wind carried his words, how it made me feel small and huge all at once. I kept thinking about the old ruins. I’ve been there three times this week. I don’t know why I keep going there — maybe it’s the silence, or maybe it’s the way the light hits the crumbling walls. I tried to write down what he said, but the words wouldn’t come. The only thing I know is that I can’t stop wondering what it all means. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand it, but I can’t stop wondering.