Rationally speaking, anyone with one eye—hell, even just half an eyelid cracked open—should have already pieced together what was going on when even the most oblivious person on the planet managed to realize that something was off.
But the mind was a curious thing, especially when it preferred fantasy over fact.
And Lyka Vela? She was an expert at sculpting fantasy.
She wasn't just some infatuated girl. No, no. In her mind, she was a protagonist in a long-awaited romantic epic—one that had been fifteen years in the making.
While most people wouldn't be able to tell what they were doing when they were four, one girl could definitely say that it was when she had her redefining moment of seeing and meeting her first love.
And what a journey it had been.
