Lily walked down the street, not quite knowing how she'd gotten there. I suppose that's what you get for not getting your caffeine fix. She told herself (wait, what? you say that later. I do not comprehend Lily's mind.),
Should I? she heard her conscience thinking.
I miss him so much. Still... Lily made a split second (decision) and caught a cab to the Square.
Alex strode through the Square, looking for that bippity boppity bitch, Lily. Glaring around, he noticed her getting out of a cab. He swaggered in her direction.
Meanwhile, Jamika was lounging by a tree, watching the whole thing.
Lily stepped out of the cab, swearing at the driver as she left for almost making her late. She looked around frantically, hoping and not hoping at the same time that he would be there.
Could he forgive me? Then she laughed.
Do I ever want him to?"Lily," he said STORMILY
when he reached her, hand on the pocket containing his gun.
Lily spun to face him and almost shrieked. Her eyes closed and her face went blank for a moment. Then she said, "Alex, why the hella У
೦o○೦o○o are you here?" But her tone was different and the emotions on her face had changed.
"I was told that you are," Alex hissed. "You left me VERY angry, Lily. And yet you had the nerve to just run away."
The gun was in his hand.
"Then we've been set up, but I don't even care." She paused. "I... I missed you, Alex."
Alex sneered. "Of course you did," he said. "Just like how you loved me before."
"You have no idea what those people were capable of. I-- and trust me, this doesn't happen often, but-- I underestimated them. You probably had something to do with my lack of judgement. In any case, I was in over my head and got stuck backing people I didn't trust, who didn't trust me, and had control of what I would do," Lily replied tonelessly.
Alex pointed the gun at her. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now."
"Because killing me makes this personal, and that is unacceptable for you. I know you, Alex. A year doesn't change that much in a person."
"It is personal, Lily," Alex said, an almost loving look in his eye. He walked over to her and kissed her.
Right when she was beginning to enjoy it, he punched her. Hard.
She fell backwards, gasping. "You always were a little rough around the edges, dear. Then again, you could never handle a knife," she managed, while simultaneously flicking a knife out of her sleeve and impaling Alex's hand.
Alex swore and took out his gun. He shot her in the leg and walked away, getting falafel as he left the square.
He would be back.
Lily stood up with difficulty, using a two-year-old's head as a crutch. "Well, it's progress," she mumbled.