#lilyxwill

At first it was only small things. Eating popcorn together while watching a cheesy movie, two identical excited grins at the sight of the white soft snow covering the ground. Then it turned into detailed memories, feelings, sensations Lily thought she had never felt. Listening to his heartbeat at night, with her head resting on his naked chest, watching twinkly lights lighten the dark room. It was the day after Christmas. She started to remember the way it felt to be loved by him, and worse, she had slowly started to realize that even though her memory was damaged, the way she felt for him never really changed. 

It was too late to tel him now, too late to say anything. She was sitting in the cafè, waiting for him like she did every sunday morning, ready for their weekly chat. It was getting harder and harder not to show how things were changing in her, not to tell him the way her heart beated faster when he patted her hand or kissed her cheek. Lily knew she couldn’t ruin what Will had built in those last months though, and she kept silent, no matter how her heart was screaming at her to do something.