Grim
I didn’t know how, even after everything, this felt like the most natural thing in the world to do. To hold Lily's hand while roaming the city and telling stories and eating questionable food that surprisingly tasted good. To hear her laugh at my reactions to things. To watch her tell me everything about a city she so obviously loves.
It was so natural.
It was so perfect.
And it was so late and Lily and I were in the deepest parts of the city. The conversation had somewhat moved to jokes and even that felt natural. To hear her tell a joke and for her to laugh at them and then yell at me for not laughing with her.
As mature and serious as Lily was, she had a childishness to her. It was rare. It was extremely appealing. I wanted more of it.
I gently pull at her hair. “I promise to
