There was always something quite unsettling about her.
The way her eyes slid past the cuts across his back. He isn't used to that, blind ignorance yes. But this quiet acknowledgment is new and different to him. It was a relief that she didn't need to say anything, but that she knew.
Her eyes are light blue, almost clear and they scare him at times. Her lips, too red not to be painted with lipstick. Her skin to pale to exist in Southern California.
Lilly accepted him, assuming he did the same for her. Accept her indiscretions, accept her for just being her.
But she, she sits back and looks up at him, wearing his shirt from the day before and he isn't sure what to make of her. She watches him in class, never staring just looking out eyes flicking across his form.
Cigarette burns are ignored and she just kisses him.
Now he's happier. He doesn't see her as often. He'll walk hand in hand with Veronica but out of the corner of his eye he sees her. Hair tangled like she just got out of bed, bruises around her arms, still wearing his shirts. She stole them from him as she left smiling, the only way to remember him, for him to know she exists.
She never contacts him.
They've gone different ways.
Sometimes he wonders if she needed it too. If she needed him to hold her softly, to see the bruises and burns on her skin. If she needed quiet acceptance too.
And how was she getting the connection if he didn't provide it for her. But he also figures that she'll come to him if she needs it.
He wonders what he'd do. How to tell her. Or if he would.
But now isn't the time to wonder. Him and Veronica are doing well and no one's died too recently.
Author's notes: Random drabbly thing wrote at seven in the morning on a sunday. OC but not horrifically so.
