Nyctophilia

Fifteen.

Today I saw Lilly in the cafeteria, sitting alone and a book open on the table in front of her as she soaked up the words.

Two things surprised me in that instant.

One: she doesn't like to read -- or, didn't.

Two: she was alone. I mean, she isn't ugly or mean or anything, so I don't see why she would be sitting alone. I know she has friends other than me (well, I'm not her friend anymore).

She didn't look like she was coming out of her little world any time soon, so I walked past her without a word.