A/N: Little drabble about Lilly from Veronica's perspective. Not what I meant to write, but...it's what came out. Please review?
Lilly Kane.
What is there to say, really, about Lilly Kane?
I thought, futilely, that by typing about my dead best friend I could somehow facilitate the grieving process. Or something. But every time I try to think of something to say, I can't. So I just type. And I'm always disturbed by what I see. So I backspace it to oblivion, as if by in so doing I can eliminate the thought from existence. That didn't work out so well for me.
Lilly, Lilly, Lilly.
My heart aches for want of Lilly. Her smile. Her eyes—the eyes that ALWAYS seemed to hold a secret, and that naughty sparkle. Her laugh. The sweet sound of her breathing. The rise and fall of her chest as we lounged around day after day doing nothing in particular. The way she tortured and teased Duncan with the mental image of me kissing her, how she smiled even as he squirmed. As if that would happen...as if.
The sound of her voice was sheer happiness. I doubt that anyone saw her cry, ever, or even brood. What an evil little sprite she was. Ha, little, like I'm one to talk.
What the hell am I writing about?
Lilly...
What can I say? There will never be another Lilly Kane, that I am certain of.