Title: Untitled – I didn't feel like I could give this an adequate name, so it doesn't have one.

Author: Kayli

Character: Veronica

Rating: PG

Word Count: 585 (it would be amazing if I could break 1000 words in any of the fics I've written so far)

Summary: Veronica makes a promise to Lilly…

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. But I'd sell my soul to Rob Thomas to say I did.

Notes: No spoilers beyond Lilly is dead. I started this in October, I think, and gave up, but I found it again and decided to finish it. It takes place prior to the pilot. One-shot. Comments/criticism welcome.

Untitled

© KES

I'd gone to her grave at least once a week since she died. Part of me couldn't stay away. Lilly was a part of me, a part of me that I would never have again, so going to a cemetery to talk to a piece of stone helped.

Somewhat.

It still sucked that the stone couldn't talk back. That Lilly couldn't pop out and explain why this had happened.

It was the most important question. Why? Why her? Why then? Why didn't anything about her case add up? Why couldn't I figure it out so maybe I could begin to let go? The why's came in thousands and there were no answers. Just more questions. It was a vicious cycle that I felt would never end.

Visiting her grave helped just a bit. I knew she would have hated everything about this. About me, Veronica Mars, babbling to a piece of stone. She would have laughed at me for weeks. I just couldn't stop from doing whatever I could to have a piece of her with me again.

As many times as I had been to Lilly's grave, I had never once seen her parents, Celeste or Jake, there to visit. One time I had ran into Duncan. I saw his car there and I could have avoided seeing him, but part of me was tugged out of the car and towards Lilly's gravestone. I didn't ignore the tug.

But I was disappointed as usual. He didn't speak to me, just looked at me, his eyes so pained that I had to look away. And then he left.

Duncan had become a shadow of what he once was. Occasionally he seemed to spark back into his old spunky personality, but his eyes never changed. Since Lilly died, they were practically lifeless.

Whenever I ran into Logan there, he would spit vicious insults at me, telling me that I didn't deserve Lilly, dead or alive. I ignored him. He could be the biggest jerk in the world and I wouldn't treat him the same way he treated me. Call me nostalgic, but I would rather be reminded of the good times we had than thinking of ways to hurt him the way he hurt me.

Honestly, I missed Duncan and Logan almost as much as I missed Lilly. They were around constantly, reminding me of how things used to be. I hated it.

Sometimes I wondered what Lilly would do to us if she could see us now.

Today was Lilly's favorite kind of day. It was a warm sunny day that was interrupted with random patches of complete downpours. The sun never stopped shining, though, and the rain disappeared almost as quickly as it fell. Lilly loved days like these because they were so uncommon, so unique.

Like her.

I sat beside her gravestone, staring up into the sky. I never had been able to stand in front of the stone and look down. Lilly wasn't a person one could look down on, and even though she was gone, I still felt that way.

I had made a promise to her. When the evidence started making no sense, I needed her to know that I was going to find out what happened. I would finally bring some peace to everyone that loved her so much; her parents, Duncan, and even Logan deserved that.

I watched the feathers of clouds move slowly towards the sun. It was going to rain again. Lilly would have loved it.