You are obsessed with the timeline

Lyra's POV

The greenness stretched on and on around us until it melted into the sky. The rocks around, slightly big yet small, just as I remembered them.

He steered my face to his, so I was staring into his eyes. I tried to speak, to remind him why we have to be apart, why this just would never work, but he pushed his thumb against my lips. It merely brushed my lips, letting me have a fleeting feel of his touch. It wasn't enough to silence me, because his eyes did the silencing.

He looked upon me with yearning and forlorn, as if I wasn't just here before him.

"I have been wrong, Lyra. I have been a fool. I will always want you, Lyra. I will always do." He said, his voice hollow and soft, like his words were coming from his heart and not his throat.

"Notice how he doesn't say he loves you. He just wants you. If that isn't enough to stop all this and never see him again, I don't know what is." Lira scolded in my head.