Lily
“Vince?” I question, suddenly feeling woozy.
He frantically shakes his head and holds me. My head feels so heavy, I have to rest it on his chest. What the hell is wrong with me now?
“Tell me the truth,” I manage to say.
“I am your last act of kindness before you die, isn’t it?” I ask before he responds. It all makes sense now. No one ever noticed me in this ship before, but a dying man.
“Naomi is pulling your leg.”
“Don’t lie to me, Vince. You were dying. It makes sense why you are doing all this.”
I don’t see anyone playing about something so serious. He is lying to me. That is why he was willing to lose his identity to play this fake thing with me.
“Lilian, look at me,” he urges with that voice, commanding my blurry eyes to focus on him.
“I am not dying. I promise you.
