"I don't need to be here Vanessa," she told me at lunch that day
"Lily are you……….are you suicidal?" my best friend Reba asked.
"No god no. But this is not where I'm meant to be. I can't stand it here I can't go on living here. Not here, in the city," she replied.
"Well then why don't you go and die?" someone from the next table over replied, hearing our conversation.
Lily turned her head to look at hin: "I will. When winter comes."
"I thought you weren't suicidal," I said
Lily locked her green eyes with mine; "I'm not. But this is not where I'm supposed to be rooted. They all want to pick us, Vanessa, every last one of them."