Lily stands, no more than 10 years old, on the road of a large bridge. He's staring down at a flipped car, on fire, with the mangled bodies of his parents within.
How he got out of the car, completely unscathed, is completely unknown. Lily's expression is blank in the way one might expect someone in shock to look, and he doesn't make a sound.
Lily himself, present day, sits on a couch nearby in the lobby, staring blankly into the distance.]
day 121 afternoon (tw: carcrash)
Lily stands, no more than 10 years old, on the road of a large bridge. He's staring down at a flipped car, on fire, with the mangled bodies of his parents within.
How he got out of the car, completely unscathed, is completely unknown. Lily's expression is blank in the way one might expect someone in shock to look, and he doesn't make a sound.
Lily himself, present day, sits on a couch nearby in the lobby, staring blankly into the distance.]