How long she had been walking was unknown to Lily.
She hardly sensed the chilly early air biting her flesh. She could hear cars honking and people hurrying by in the bustling metropolis, but it all seemed so far away as if she were imprisoned in a realm apart from everyone else.
The talk with Ethan had left her heart thumping.
Based on the expression in his eyes as she left.
It was the proper decision, she had convinced herself. That she was keeping him safe. That she needed to get out before she permanently lost him.
Why, then, did she feel as though she had just ripped herself to pieces?
Pressing a hand to her chest as though she could physically contain the pain, she came to a stop at an empty park bench. Whispers of a world that continued to go on were carried by the wind as it rustled through the trees.
Not like her.
