8
Lily peeked around the corner and found Will in the same place. It was a beautiful day, so it wasn't any wonder he chose to sit by the window, but anyone could tell he was bothered. His usual sunny smile was replaced by a forlorn frown, and his cheerful eyes were now shrewd. He had been quietly moping in such a way for hours.
She knew he wouldn't want her to know he was feeling down, but Lily couldn't help but want to support him. He had mentioned his home a few days ago, so she felt it was fair to conclude he was homesick. Lily knew that feeling all too well. It was the kind of feeling that was best dealt with alone. Besides, seeing Will looking so morose and forlorn was almost entrancing. It was a rare and intriguing side of him to see, and she didn't want to disturb him.
But she couldn't help but feel the need to interfere despite her instinct telling her he needed his space, and she would only be intruding. She was drawn to him, magnetized. Lily was quite independent, but when she knew she wouldn't or couldn't be seeing Will in times like these, she wanted nothing more than to see his face. Perhaps she was selfish when it came to him…
Will hadn't noticed her when she entered the room, or at least, he didn't react as he usually would. She approached him slowly, unsure. His demeanor had quieted her usual confidence. Lily crept to the sofa and sat beside him, sidling up until their arms met. She pressed her legs against his and placed her cheek on his shoulder and waited.
She heard him sigh and knew he was alright. Her worry seemed to channel through to him with their contact, and his hand found hers in her lap. He wove their fingers together with a reassuring squeeze and settled his head atop hers, his eyes not leaving the window.
Your sadness is something I do not like. Lily thought and thought her hardest, projecting her voice and hoping it would somehow reach him beside her. She placed her other hand atop their clasped ones and sighed herself. You are my love, and I am here with you.