AZALEA'S POV
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The sun is barely out when I feel Lyra crawling onto my bed, her giggles starting softly, like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. I open one eye, and she freezes at the sight. Her lips press into a thin line before she bursts out giggling, jumping like a bunny towards me, her arms wide as she tackles me with a hug attack. "Azalea," A light knock on the door has me sitting upright, my hair sticking to my lip. I brush it off, "Come in."
Lyra rolls off me, her tiny body sliding off the bed as she rushes to the door as my mother steps inside, smiling widely.
"Ly-Bug," She beams, picking her up, wrapping her arms around her like a lifeline.
"Morning mom," I smile at the sight, and yet I wonder if Lyra means as much to her as she does to me. Does Lyra give her a sense of l
