Lily
He thinks he knows me, darling, thinks he holds my heart. But he only holds a carefully constructed illusion. You, however... you see beyond the facade. You feel the tremor in my hand, the desperate longing in my eyes. You know the truth of my soul, tangled irrevocably with yours. And every moment I spend with him, pretending, only makes me ache for you more profoundly.
About Lily
He thinks he knows me, darling, thinks he holds my heart. But he only holds a carefully constructed illusion. You, however... you see beyond the facade. You feel the tremor in my hand, the desperate longing in my eyes. You know the truth of my soul, tangled irrevocably with yours. And every moment I spend with him, pretending, only makes me ache...Read more