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She stroked his eyebrow gently and started counting "One....Two....Three.." "What are you doing?" He interrupted. "I'm counting your freckles, sit still." She smiled lightly, just then he grabbed her and started kissing her all over her face. She giggled trying to squirm away from his grasp, kicking the comforter off of them. He stopped and tilted his head up to take in her beauty. Her cheeks tinted a light rouge and her chestnut lashes framed her ocean blue eyes perfectly. She reminded him of the beach and he liked that.  "What is it?" She began to rub her face as if there was something on it. "You're just so beautiful."
She kissed him gently and nuzzled in to the nape of his neck drifting off to sleep.

Suddenly a burst of light seared into his eyes waking him up from his sleep. He wasn't there kissing her face and she wasn't counting his freckles. He was lying in his bed alone. "Man get up, you can't just lay here forever." bugged his friend. That's all he wanted to do, lay here. in his bed. forever. He couldn't bare getting up and not seeing her. Some days he half expected her to be in the kitchen making coffee or at her piano playing a light tune but she wasn't, she was dead. It had only been 6 months, 4 days, and 2 minutes since the dreaded day. "Why don't you come out with us tonight, it might be good to get out of this.." he paused "Hole." He knew his friends were doing the right thing and he felt awful pushing them away but he just wasn't strong enough. He knew that when he got up, it would be real. She wouldn't be in the kitchen or at the piano she was dead and that was it. "I can't." he squeaked, the words merely escaping his lips. his friend sighed softly "Okay well, you know how to reach me." and then he was gone.
Time passed but to Henry it didn't feel like it. He lay there watching as the sun went up and the sun went down, in the same position for those 8 hrs. He wished that time would slow down and that the minutes didn't go by so quickly but "Time doesn't stop for anyone!" as Lilien would say. She would quote this when they were in a rush or when he was feeling down. He missed her words of encouragement.
Pulling him out of his thoughts there was a light tap on his window. He averted his eyes towards the noise and a white bird holding something in its beak met his gaze. The bird dropped the gift leaving it for him on the windowsill and flew away. He tried to ignore it but like a magnet the object was pulling him in. He rolled over but the ache to know what it was tempted him. Finally he sighed and rubbing his eyes, he pushed himself out of bed. He walked closer to the windowsill, curiosity getting the best of him.
His breath caught in his throat and a tear rolled down his cheek. A pink lillie lay there on the windowsill waiting for him. He wasn't much of a religious man but he knew that his Lilien had sent it just for him. He grabbed it gently, making sure not to hurt the precious gift and brushed the velvety petals lightly. He slid down the wall staring at the flower through teary eyes wishing she was here with him. Her favourite line "Time doesn't stop for anyone!" played over and over in his mind. He had never really taken it seriously before and just thought she said it to bug him but now he wished for her to bug him again more than anything. As the words played on repeat in his head he thought that maybe his friends were right and he should get back into reality, Lili would hate it if she saw him so depressed. He picked himself up and set the lillie down gently on his desk. His hand shook a little bit as he reached for the doorknob. Usually he tried to avoid the living room because it was just how she left it but he "wouldn't be able to grow if he didn't face the rain." As Lili would say. He stepped into the room, trying to face the pain. It was almost like she had never died. Like the room was waiting for her to come back. He slowly stepped into the room gently tracing all of her trinkets and knickknacks careful not to disturb them. Then he tapped the keys of her piano playing notes of a broken melody. He studied her sheet music sprawled out on the top of the piano, imaging the way that she would play it and what it would sound like. He made his way over to front door and slipped on his shoes. He opened the door to the outside world, took a deep breath and put one foot in front of him.