“But I’d rather have you alive than perfect. If anyone says differently, then they don’t really love you.” “And you do?” she asked, not sure why he would love her anymore. Rowan answered by opening up one of his memories to her. …She’s climbing down from the tree, muttering to herself, taking forever and making so much noise I have no idea how they’re not hearing this all the way in Salem. She kind of looks Iike an angry squirrel with all the red hair fluffing around her head and shoulders. Feisty little squirrel. She has to be the feistiest person in the world. I wonder what her world is like. I know it’s nothing like this. Last night, when the Woven killed that man beneath this tree,the look on her face was pure shock. She didn’t get hysterical, though. She was in shock all night,but she controlled it and found away to work through it. This morning she told a joke to make me feel better. She’s tough and funny and caring. Beautiful. And that ass. Don’t look at her ass, you idiot. It’s the same ass you’ve seen a million times, so just forget about it because the last thing you need is to start remembering what it feels like. She really isn’t Lillian, is she?She sort of is Lillian, though,in all the best ways. No,that’s wrong. I’m not looking for Lillian in Lily anymore, and I haven’t since we’ve been on the run. It’s strange, but I’m starting to wonder if it wasn’t Lillian I loved. Maybe what I loved was the Lily in Lillian. Oh, shit. I think I love Lily…
Firewalker-Josephine Angelini