*Scott's POV*

It seemed as if Lily had sat on her bed with her knees drawn up and cradled in her arms for a small eternity. I heard her talking her shower, her hair had dried almost immediately, and outside, the sun was completing it's descent.

At this point, I could tell she didn't know how to feel anymore, she had stopped thinking. I could feel her thoughts and it had only been torture and confusion. Not thinking could be her only option. Instead. Her back against the wall, facing the window and completely oblivious of my presence. She looked like as zombie in an exhaustion as emotional as it...