Lilah loves you.
And then there is Lilah.
Until then, the world keeps spinning. The dawn still breaks. The sky still blushes with that impossible shade of pink and gold. And somewhere, in the quiet spaces between heartbeats, a voice whispers the only truth that has ever mattered: bronwin aurora, lilah lovesyou
Bronwin, for her part, feels it. Of course she feels it. How could she not? Lilah’s love is not the kind you miss; it is the kind that drowns you, fills every corner of your being until you forget what it was like to be empty. Bronwin feels it in the way Lilah looks at her across a crowded room—like she is the only person in existence, and everyone else is merely a shadow. She feels it in the way Lilah remembers the small things: the name of her childhood pet, the way she takes her coffee, the song that makes her cry every time. She feels it in the way Lilah’s hand finds hers under the table, in the way Lilah’s voice drops to a whisper when she says her name. Lilah loves you