AZALEA'S POV
--
Rolling over in the bed, my eyes slightly open enough to see through my lashes. The sun beams shine into the room from behind the semi see- through curtains, making the environment look warm. Sighing, my gaze travels over to Lyra’s bed in the corner. It’s a small, comfy single— an empty single. My heart shoots up into my throat at the sight of the plush pink duvet tossed aside, half of the material hanging off the side. I toss my own blanket aside as I roll out of bed, my feet getting tangled into the corner piece. My behind slides off before my feet, and I slip on the small gray rug next to the bed as it moves with the weight of my body. I extend an arm, grabbing hold of the bed to steady myself before jumping up and running out into the hall. "Lyra?" My voice cracks, my
