Aura Nova spent the entire day crying. She locked herself inside her room, shutting out the world as she remained there, weeping endlessly. She had never truly loved anyone before, and yet the one person she had finally come to love, the moments she cherished for three whole years, the affection, the embraces, the kisses, the late-night sex, the shared jokes, the quiet date nights, the plans to travel together, the long discussions about novels and books, everything, literally everything, had all been nothing more than a lie.
