Lily tucked her knees under her chin, a single tear working its way slowly down her cheek. She sniffled, her eyes puffy and swollen. The garden outside the window was made up of shades of silvery grey and black shadows where the moonlit shone. Perched on the window seat in her bedroom, Lily stared out at it. Resting her forehead on the cold glass window pane, she gazed out through the haze of hammering rain outside. Little beads of condensation transferred themselves onto her skin, and Lily moved her head back into the crook of her arm instead. Her pyjama bottoms rustled with her movement as she resettled herself, and her back pressed hard on the rough stone wall, making her reconsider her decision to leave the warmth of her bed. The duvet was still where she'd left it, rumpled up on one side, where she slept, but pristine on the other. Where he should sleep.
Lily made up her mind. She wouldn't stay there, sitting helplessly in her bedroom, crying. No. That wasn't Lily. Shaking her head at herself, she pulled her hair back from her face, and straightened up. She brushed down her plaid pyjama bottoms for imaginary lint, and scribbled a note for anyone looking for her, leaving it haphazardly on the desk. Grabbing the coat hanging on the back of the chair, she stepped out of the door, ready to venture into the rain.