Bastian
I spin on the rock in which I’m sitting, my eyes widening. “Lilly,” I think I’m in shock.
She looks beautiful, like an angel standing in front of me. Her dark hair is loose and flowing in the slight breeze. She’s wearing a floor-length nightdress of light blue with long sleeves, and she’s smiling right at me.
Am I dreaming?
I get out of my seat and reach out my hand to touch her face, but Lilly takes a step back.
I lower my hand. “I’m sorry,” I whisper the words as emotion fills me. I didn’t mean to scare her, and I know I need to take things at Lilly’s pace. But it’s so hard when she’s this close to me.
I can smell the scent of her soap, so I know I’m not dreaming; she’s really there in front of me.
I just want to hold Lilly in my arms and have everything return to how it w
