Owen was walking down the halls in deep thought about what he could do for Lila. As he was walking, he noticed Lila sitting alone by the window and writing something in a journal. He walked over and sat down next to her. "What are you writing?" he asked her.
"Oh, umm…" Lila was still a little embarrassed at how she had walked away from Owen earlier. But once she saw that Owen wasn't upset, then she decided to lighten up a bit and continued, "Umm, I'm just trying to plan the funeral..."
"How's that going?" Owen said in an encouraging voice.
"Not well. I haven't gotten very far." She looked off into the distance as if she was talking to herself instead of Owen, then continued, "Whenever I think about it too much, then it makes it real…" She stopped and looked down "And I don't want it to be real…" She looked back up at Owen, a tear streaming down her cheek.
"Hey," Owen wiped the tear off her cheek, "you don't have to do this by yourself, you know that, right?"
Lila looked into Owen's eyes. They were a very pretty blue, just like the ocean. She quickly looked back down, trying not to get too far lost in his eyes like she always used to do.
"Ya, well I've got to get going. See you around." She stood up, trying to avoid any awkward moments with Owen, and walked off at a very fast pace. She wiped a couple more tears away and soon it became a slow jog back towards her room.
Owen sighed and looked down to see that Lila had left her journal on the windowsill. He picked it up and at first he thought of returning it, but Lila was long gone to her room by now. He looked back down at it and suddenly knew just what his big gesture for Lila was going to be. He grabbed the journal and walked off to his room almost as fast as Lila had. But this time, he was moving quickly with excitement.