Lily

And so Lily gave a little chortle. Her heartfelt glee could be heard from miles away, provided that the wind was not carrying any more heartache as it has, for a while now. Graciously, her lit up face was not far from a blossomed rose, ready to be picked and given to those who are loved. Her perfectly aligned teeth made way for “This is the best night I’ve encountered so far and thank you for making this happen. All of you”. With a light blown kiss, she perfected her turning 30.

Her dress was no less than a lilac shade of summer, perfectly hemmed and sequined, without disclosing too much effort. Sun-kissed, her skin has never looked better, and her hair, short but with elegance. Detailed to the core, Lily had indeed succeeded in making herself look like she was the queen she ought to be.

Prior to the chortle, her attention spiraled, much to the likes of a person in distress. She glanced across the hallway more than once and subdued herself more than she ever had her whole life. There were shadows of people dancing in tiptoes, half enjoying themselves to the Chopin blasted from her old record player. Too old to even function but better had music than silence. Shadows of people she once knew, and never would once return, at least in perfect form, of what seemed perfect in her mind. Two Lilies, dancing like they owned the world by just tapping their feet, hands clasped together like they’d never let go, both consoling each other of how wonderful the world would still be, even without them in it. So they waved, hoping for one last glimpse of Lily, telling them to stay.

And that’s when Lily gave a little chortle. She was perfectly fine this way.