The panic was setting in. It was like a fire running rampant, there was no stopping it, no amount of water could control the destruction. No amount of reasoning or persuasion could stop the torment that was swimming through Lilly Truscott's mind.
This can't be happening to me.
She knelt down picking up a handful of sand. She watched as it slipped through her finger tips. All she dreamt about, all she wanted to achieve in life was escaping her grasp, just like the particles of sand.
"Hey Lils," Miley spoke quietly. "You didn't sound like yourself when you called, what's wrong?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Well why don't you try and see," the brunette urged not liking Lilly's attitude.
Lilly reached out and placed Miley's hand against her lower abdomen. She watched as the realization flickered across the blue eyes that she had fallen in love with.
"Like I said, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."