lily

I knew him for as long as I could remember. We were childhood friends. We had a life together. We had a future. But now he's gone, and I've been left here, all alone, in a field of lilies, to deal with the biggest crisis I could imagine. My name is Lily Skye, and my life is no fairytale.

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Days and days passed by. It was now three months since he left. And three months since I found out I was conceiving another person.

I woke up one day with a sudden urge to crawl back under the covers. "Not now," I whisper to myself, "Not yet."

After another thirty minutes, I threw the covers off, with great difficulty, and stepped onto the cold, wooden floors of my house. I looked outside. Rain.

Since it was Saturday, I didn't have any teaching to do. So I set off for the library.

I put on a black t-shirt, jeans, and rain boots. I slip my yellow raincoat over my body, grab my umbrella, and set off.

Even though I don't live in town, it is only a twenty minute walk. Follow the stone road, turn right, pass the forest, and bam! You're there.

Once I see the city, I quickly speed up my pace. Soon, I'm running full speed down the road to get out of the rain.

Then, everything around me is quiet for a second. And then, shots of pain run through my back. I scream in pain. Did I slip? Or was I hit?

The last thing I remember is footsteps running towards me before the world before me faded into black.

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"Miss? Miss!" My shoulder was being shaken violently. I didn't open my eyes, didn't say a word. The first thing I noticed was the smell. It smelled like fresh cooking. Where was I?

The shaking stopped. Then, I hear someone sit down next to me and grab my hand. "Miss, please wake up."

I try to open my eyes, but quickly shut them. "The light," I whisper.

The man sighs, apparently relieved that I can speak. He releases my hand and walks over to turn off the light, with graceful, swift steps.

"That better, Miss?" I try opening my eyes this time, and am happy to see much dimmer lights.

"Yes," I murmur, "Thank you."

I look around at my current surroundings. I seem to be in a living room, on a couch. I can still smell the home cooking. And the mysterious person has pulled up a chair next to me.

I sit up, but shocks of pain whirl through my back. I moan in pain and quickly fall back into my old laying position.

"You took quite a fall, Miss. I was just walking by in the rain when I heard a scream. When I got to you, you had already blacked out." I look over to see the person who saved me from that nasty fall. It was a man, maybe a year younger than me. He had brown hair falling in his face. I couldn't see the rest of him in the dimmed light.

"How long have I been here?" I ask.

"Only a few hours. What were you doing in the rain anyway?" The man turned towards me, longing for an answer.

"Going to the library. You see, I live in a cottage at the end of the road."

The man let out a laugh. "That family cottage is yours? I always wondered who lived there. People would only say it was a family-owned house."

I give him a look. "What do you mean by that?"

He looks over at me again. "Well, my grandparents moved to the cottage down the road a few years ago, taking me with them. I lived there for a year before I moved into the town. I always wondered who lived there."

Oh, so that couple was his grandparents? Wow, what a small world.

"Well yes, it is a family cottage. I've lived there my whole life."

He nods and stands, walking to the other side of the couch, into another room.

"H-how did you get me here?"

"Well, you were closer to my grandparents' house than mine, so I took you there. They're away seeing some old friends, but I have a key."

I nod. But that's at lease a fifteen minute walk.

Ignoring the pain it gave me, I stood up and walked towards the door. The mysterious guy who saved me was in the kitchen, making tea.

I clear my throat and pick up my jacket off the coat rack. "Well, thank you for your care. I'll have to repay you someday. But for now, I must go home. I have cleaning to do." I slip into my boots and grab my umbrella.

He runs towards me. "Wait! Don't go! I've made tea." He pauses. "Well, maybe your husband is worried. Maybe you should go home." I freeze up at the word 'husband'. I can't feel my hands or feet. I don't move. Does he mean... Jackson?

"U-um..." I manage to stutter. "I don't really have a husband anymore."

The man immediately changes expressions. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up anything bad, really."

I nod. "It's alright, Mr..." I never got his name!

He seems to notice the fact as well. "Oh! Um, Harry. Harry Clearwater."

I curtsy without a skirt. "Lily. Lily Skye."

He nods. "Can I see you again?"

I smile and open the door. "Depends on where you are." And I walk out into the sunshine.

 

 

 

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