She is eighteen, a child-woman, and she wears a golden ribbon in her flaming hair. She is beautiful and lost, and he is her compass. She balances herself one of foot precariously as she stands over the edge, ready to tumble down to her next great adventure; death.
Scorpius keeps her between the two worlds, but sometimes he slips slightly and she loses a bit of her balance. She laughs a great deal as he does his best to keep her on the ground, away from the edge, and she tells him she's ready, he can let go, what is he waiting for?
He clutches her hands tightly, breathes heavily and pleads for her to stop. Dying young, like an explosive supernova, has always been Lily's morbid dream. He thinks that yes, maybe she is too beautiful for this world, she is too affected by the ugliness and unfairness and everything that is wrong in life, but he loves her and he is not ready to let go, even if she is.
He pulls her back from the edge once again and she lets him, if only for her own amusement. He sighs in relief, kisses her until almost all air has left her body and makes her promise it is the last time he has to do it.
She laughs as she kisses him and he dies a little inside.