Thank you to the one person who actually voted. I don't know who you are but you had the direction of this story in your hands and this is the result since no one else wanted to vote.
As Sheng had pointed out, the rain didn't hesitate to pour over Lillian as she made her way to the Inn. The only place she could imagine Rahi being was in there or at Ying's because of his crush on her.
His not so subtle crush on Ying reached even Cheryl and as a result has burdened Lillian most of the time. Every time Lillian takes her trips to Konohona Cheryl persuades Lillian to dig a little into their relationship. Lillian always had a feeling it might be because of a hidden jealousy towards Ying. Lillian didn't like nosing around in young love, but she couldn't help but always want to spoil Cheryl, there was just something about her...
By the time Lillian was inside the inn she was too lost in thought she hadn't realized she reached her destination already. "Lillian," the sound of an indifferent voice uttered.
She suddenly snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of her name, "eh?" She sounded to acknowledge the person.
"Don't make a habit of standing in front of doors. It's a problem to other people."
"Oh, Phillip, it's you. Sorry, I didn't mean to cause a problem."
"Doesn't matter, it's not like I'm in much of a hurry now that's it's raining."
"Oh," the feeling of a light bulb going off in Lillian's mind had her digging through her stuff. "Um..it's here, I know it is."
Lillian's strange mutters baffled Phillip and rather than try to decipher her words he opted to leave.
"Wait!" Lillian called out.
"What do you want? I don't have time to play your perplexing games."
"But I have a letter for you."
"A letter," Phillip's mood swung from one of disinterest to one of excitable curiosity. "You didn't need to write me a letter. You could just tell me what you want to say now."
"But it's not from me. Georgia wanted me to deliver it to you. I promised her I wouldn't read it so I have no idea what she said." Phillip's personality took a drastic turn again. He was disheartened that he wasn't getting a letter from Lillian and went back to his inert behavior. She held the letter up to his face and waited for her hands to feel lighter, but they didn't. Phillip glared at the letter just before walking away from it. "Phillip, don't you want this letter?"
"No, I have no desire to read it."
"But just a few seconds ago you seemed happy to receive it."
"That's because I thought it was from you."
"Why does it matter who it's from?"
"Because only you catch my interest, therefore everything else is irrelevant."
"Please, take the letter."
"Even if I do I'll just throw it away."
"Then, as a favor to me, please read the letter."
"On one condition, you read it to me."
"Why don't you read it yourself?"
"I want to hear you read it."
"Al-all right," Lillian was hesitant to read the letter because she didn't want to break the promise she made to Georgia, but she figured Georgia would understand, after all getting Phillip to know what the letter says was the important part." Lillian carefully tore it open and read the content allowed: Dear Phillip, I don't know what to say. I've never written a letter like this before, ever since you moved here you've been nothing but sweet so I wanted to ask you something important. You remember when we were young I used to be ashamed of my accent, afraid people would make fun of it so I never spoke and never had any friends, but then you came and you kept trying to get me to talk and when I did you didn't make fun of me, I asked you if you hated it, but you just said, 'Accent? Your accent sounds so natural I never realized.' You even got everyone else to start talking to me and ever since then I realize something inside me was starting to blossom.
I didn't understand what it was until later. It was in the summer your dad was asking you to water the plants, but you told him you couldn't, you had to start a band with Lillian but he wasn't convinced. You and Lillian still had to water the plants, but later that day after you finished I saw you trying hard to cheer Lillian up. She seemed upset about something and she kept ignoring you, but you kept going, you even gave her a nickname, 'Lily' and that's when I felt it. I was jealous, you hadn't given me a nickname. She was stealing all your attention and she didn't appreciate it.
It made me so angry, since then I've desperately tried to catch your attention, but you always ignored my advances that's why I'm writing this letter. I got to confess finally. I like you. I really, really like you.
Georgia"
Lillian was worn out after reading Georgia's handwriting there were so many errors the grammar had to be edited when Lillian was reading it. "That was such a sweet confession. I don't know why Georgia didn't want me to read it."
"You don't get it do you?"
"You're no idiot and neither am I. A lily like you won't survive long in water if you don't have a lily pad."
"What do you mean?"
"It means if you won't find a lily pad you'll become a weed infecting the rest of the pond."
"Pond? Like the Harvest Goddess Pond?"
"You of all people know what I mean."
"Well I suppose..."
"This is enough, I have no more time to spare. I'm leaving," and as he said he took his leave and once again Lillian was left in silence.
Here's what the story would have been like if the story had taken a dramatic turn but don't get attached to this one since it's not going to be continued.
Don't stand in front of the door, you're blocking me. If you reminisce do it somewhere else."
"Oh, haha," Lillian laughed humorlessly in an awkward manner attempting to lighten the mood, "sorry."
"There's no point apologizing, just don't stand in the way." The inevitable meeting Lillian would have with Phillip had come sooner than she had expected.
Lillian didn't bother justifying herself, Phillip wouldn't really care; she just stepped aside and allowed him to pass.
"Oh wait," she blurted. She realized the reason why she needed to see him in the first place. "I have a letter for you. It's from Georgia."
She picked the letter out of her bag and handed it to him. He stared blankly at it and only raised an eyebrow at Lillian. She stood, still holding the letter in her hands. "Well," she tried shoving it towards him, "take it, it's not like it's going to leap out of my hands and follow you around." He didn't move, unconvinced that the letter would be safe. "If you don't take it I'm going to read it to you myself."
Since Ina stepped out a while ago for her break there was nothing stopping the tension from clouding the room. After what felt like hours of stubborn stillness Phillip broke the tension, "I'm not interested in that letter."
"What?" Her personality made a drastic change. "What do you mean you're not interested?" Lillian's face was bright red, and it was obvious she was holding herself back from giving Phillip a good whack in the head. "Georgia wrote you this letter and you don't even care! She wanted me to hand deliver it to you so it must be important, at least read it!"
Phillip just rebutted calmly,"I won't, even if you glue it to my face. Just give it back to her and tell her I refused to read it. You weren't obligated to get me to read it." He turned his back and stepped forward but was stopped. A hand grasped his shoulder and refused to let go.
"No, I'm not going back until you've read the letter. If I have to read it to you then so be it, that's what I'll do."
Phillip turned back around the only think he could muster was, "Lillian, don't,"
She ripped open the envelope and had a tight grip on the letter. Phillip did nothing but stare, her attitude had become frightening, it had become barbaric. "Dear Phillip, I don't know what to say. I've never written a letter like this before, ever since you moved here you've been nothing but sweet so I wanted to ask you something important. You remember when we were young I used to be ashamed of my accent, afraid people would make fun of it so I never spoke and never had any friends, but then you came and you kept trying to get me to talk and when I did you didn't make fun of me, I asked you if you hated it, but you just said, 'Accent? Your accent sounds so natural I never realized.' You even got everyone else to start talking to me and ever since then I realize something inside me was starting to blossom.
I didn't understand what it was until later. It was in the summer your dad was asking you to water the plants, but you told him you couldn't, you had to start a band with Lillian but he wasn't convinced. You and Lillian still had to water the plants, but later that day after you finished I saw you trying hard to cheer Lillian up. She seemed upset about something and she kept ignoring you, but you kept going, you even gave her a nickname, 'Lily' and that's when I felt it. I was jealous, you hadn't given me a nickname. She was stealing all your attention and she didn't appreciate it.
It made me so angry, since then I've desperately tried to catch your attention, but you always ignored my advances that's why I'm writing this letter. I got to confess finally. I like you. I really, really like you.
Georgia"
Lillian had calmed down after reading that letter; she didn't have the energy to be angry, that and Georgia's handwriting and grammar were edited when Lillian was reading it.
"Why did you read it? Why couldn't you ignore it?"
"Phillip I-I'm sorry, I didn't know it was a love letter. If I had I wouldn't have read it."
"Why...If you hadn't read the letter...if you hadn't gotten mad at me...if you hadn't spoken to me...none of this would have happened."
Before Lillian could apologize Phillip walked out the doors with his head low, leaving Lillian to drown in her guilt.
"I did it again...why do I always hurt Phillip?" The echoes of a wounded voice scattering throughout the hall.
Oi, portraying Phillip's character the way I wanted was tough. There was a lot of backspacing and retyping involved, especially since I had to retype the whole storyline.
Surprised? Did you expect Phillip to turn out like this or for Georgia to send him a love letter and why did Lillian feign ignorance again after all Phillip knows she's not ignorant, could it be a trigger to something important that happened to Lillian? Well, guess you've got another mystery on your hands that you'll have to keep reading to answer. So feel free to review and if you do it would be a huge favor if you gave me your opinion on Phillip.