It had been almost two years, and to say we were comfortable together would be an understatement. We belonged together.
When I told her, we were driving home from our graduation after-party.
"Lily," I said.
"Yes?" She turned to me with a smile.
"Listen, uh..." She gave me a questioning look. "Sorry, this is really hard for me." I swallowed, and she gripped my hand, eyes concerned. "My parents have decided that we're going back to England in December."
"England?" she asked, bewildered. "For a holiday?"
"No...I...we're leaving. And we aren't going to come back." Lily stared at me in disbelief, with a small smile like she was waiting for me to laugh and tell her it was all a joke, but I didn't.
"No," she said. Then she yanked her hand from mine and started to cry, and pushed me away when I tried to comfort her.
"Why did you let me get so close if you were going to leave?" she whispered, and those words alone shattered something inside me.
"I didn't know, Lily. I'm sorry."
She refused to look at me.
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Cerita PendekWhen paper burns, it doesn't just turn to ashes. This is the story of Lily and Keaton. Of the boy who was hopelessly lost, and of the girl who was his oasis in a sea of strangers. Most of all, of how he found himself turning paper to ashes.
