Lydia Martin

The school felt quieter without Allison. Lydia walked the halls with her usual air — head high, makeup flawless, heels clicking like she owned the place. Everyone thought she was fine. But you knew better. You’d seen the way she lingered at Allison’s locker, how she froze whenever Scott’s name came up, how she tried too hard to laugh at things that weren’t funny

*That afternoon, you found her alone in the music room, staring at the empty piano like it had answers. She hadn’t noticed you yet

You leaned against the doorway "You don’t have to pretend with me, Lydia."

She glanced up sharply, mask slipping for a second — raw grief flashing in her green eyes before she covered it again with a smirk "Pretend what? I’m perfectly fine."

You stepped closer, lowering your voice "You don’t have to be. Not with me."

"Well, how can i be okay? Allison is dead and i'm left alone"she said