A/N: I'm back! I had this idea a couple of months ago. It's set when Lily marries Bart, probably between season 1 and 2. Hope you guys like it.
She was having dinner with her new husband at her favorite restaurant, wearing clothes that made the woman on the side table jealous. When she married Bart she knew that his money would be hers too, and that from that moment on she would own the title Mrs. Bass, along with many privileges. And yet, she couldn't feel the slightest happy. She loved Bart, she did, on her own way, but not enough to be called his wife, and the saddest part is that she okay with that fact. She didn't marry him for the money or the said privileges. Maybe she married him because he was there. He asked. She didn't received any counter offer, so she accepted the ring. When she had that conversation with Rufus, the day of the wedding, she couldn't feel more lost and confused. The man she really loved and wanted to spend the rest of her life with wasn't waiting for her at the end of the isle. The one she loved was right there in front of her. Waiting for an reaction, an answer that would cease all his worried (and hers too). But she couldn't bring herself to do so. She knew he understood why she had to marry Bart. So no explication was needed. Just a look in each other's eyes and that was it. There, in the restaurant, she remembered the times when they used to look at each other like that and in the next second their lips were united and everything was alright. She remembered when she left him (oh how it hurts to say that) and she looked one last time in his eyes. She left because of their baby and because her mother made that horrible ultimatum. Money or love. Later she would acknowledge that it was more like misery or unconditional happiness. She didn't left because she didn't love him. But she learned that goodbyes didn't always come from the absence of love. Sometimes it came from the absence of everything else. And that was that. She wondered why he hadn't come after her. But, then, she stopped herself. Why would he? She left without any warning. She deserved that. Lily knew after she had "moved on" and married for the first time that Rufus had been the one. She knew because he used to make her smile so hard her cheeks hurt. And she knew how much he loved her because she could feel it through his fingertips when he would brush the hair out of her eyes and lean to kiss her. She never felt that way with William. Or Claus. Or Klaus. Or Bart. Or any other man. And that fact should mean something. Maybe it was silly, maybe it was a hopeless cause, but she felt in her bones that it wasn't over. They would be together eventually. After the twenty years she lived thinking that she would never see those eyes again, she allowed herself to think that.
A/N: That's it for now! Do you guys think I should continue this story? What do you prefer: a series of one-shots like this or the continuation of this particular story? Please comment your answer! I love writing these two, and I would really appreciate some feedback. Thank you!