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Lewis shrugged at first, staring back at the movie as he pondered the question, "I secretly wanted it to happen." Lewis admitted, keeping his voice as monotonous as possible, and concealing his emotion, "I didn't want to take someone with me." He added, whispering his response as he put his legs back down on the ground, trying his best to keep his eyes on the TV.
Lewis smirked at Lily's remark, leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling, "I used to be one of those people." Lewis replied, taking one of his hands and running it through his hair, "I always used to joke about dying and how I was invincible, and how stupid you'd have to be to die young." Lewis added, placing his hand down at his side, then turning his head to look over and make eye contact with Lily, "It's just now, that I'm dead, that I realize I did it because I was afraid. Death scared me." Lewis glanced down at the floor in a solemn silence, letting his words hang in the air.
"I use to eat that shit everyday. It's a wonder I didn't...." Lewis trailed off for a moment, glancing down in reflection of what he was about to say, "It's a wonder I didn't die sooner." Lewis attempted to let out a chuckle to lighten his words, but it came out half-hearted and barely sincere. Lewis glanced back at Lily, looking at her for a moment before turning back around to the movie. Lewis opened his mouth, and began to say something witty, or slightly sarcastic, but he lost any type of ability to speak, still stuck in mid-reflection. It was hard to believe he was actually dead, but he refused to allow it show how shocked and depressing it was to him, especially to Lily.
Despite the arrival of pizza, and Lily making herself a plate, Lewis kept his eyes transfixed on the TV. Wrapping his arms around his legs, with his neck seemingly locked in the same position, away from Lily, Lewis finally spoke up at the pizza-eating Lily, "I used to eat pizza from that place, all the time. I don't even have to look at it to know who you ordered it from." Lewis started, his voice even and calm, but the faintest hints of distress could be picked up on, "You can practically smell the grease on it." At this, Lewis let loose a very short chuckle, as if he was amused by the memories that flooded back from the smell of the pizza.
Lewis phased through the front door, his auditory senses instantly filling with the noise that implied Lily had moved herself down stairs, and was watching TV. Without much of a word, Lewis made his was to the living room. Sure enough, there sat Lily, settled deep into the couch watching some movie. Keeping his silent march, Lewis trudged over to one of the chairs in the living room, and took a solemn seat. Pulling his legs to his chest, Lewis avoided eye contact with the girl, instead opting to focus on the TV as much as possible.
Lewis was unaware of the Lily that had finished her isolation, and went on with her daily routine, as the young man was still outside, in a world of his own. Watching the world go by, Lewis ran his fingers through the sides of his grassy seat, pulling up the occasional handful of grass. Thoughts still raced through the man's head, now, as regret for his actions fully hit him. Half prompted to go inside and apologize, the only thing keeping him sitting was his intense pride, to refuse to even begin to look like he had messed up. Sighing, Lewis stood up, and made his own way back towards the house.
As the door slammed shut, Lewis nearly bursted with rage, having half the mind to simply phase through the door and continue the argument. As he went to reach through the solid door, he stopped himself. For how quiet it was, he was still able to hear the young girl weeping. Sighing, Lewis turned around to look down the staircase. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he made his way down the stairs, slowly, thoughts running through his head, mainly ones of regret. Once on the ground floor, Lewis continued his slow march, heading straight for the front door. After a moment of staring at the front door, Lewis walked through the solid material, and into the outside world. Taking in a deep breath, Lewis glanced around the front lawn, ~ Maybe I should just leave. How can I help anyone? ~ Lewis thought, taking a grassy seat on the front lawn, watching as cars passed by, children played outside, and people labored on their lawns. Even though he could appreciate these sights, Lewis was still dead and invisible to the world around him, except for one person. The person that was now upstairs in the house, crying her eyes out.
When Lily threw open the bedroom door that Lewis' back was leaning against, the young man almost fell flat on his back, but caught himself before in the last moment. While be lectured, and yelled out, Lewis made his way to his feet, staring at his charge, "You think I chose to be your little fucking guide?" Lewis spoke, his voice raising as anger rushed through him. Pointing a finger in Lily's face, Lewis' anger continued to rise, unable to stop himself, "And yeah! That's what you are to me! A ticket so that I don't spend the rest of my life in nothingness!" Lewis added, continuing to point at Lily, "You think I fucked up your life?! You're still alive, dumb ass! Get over your fucking sister, because she's dead and doesn't matter anymore! Stop living in the past and be thankful you didn't die, because I did, and it fucking sucks! Especially when you have to deal with a whiny bitch like you!" Lewis' chest was heaving up and down, his cheeks completely flushed with anger and his eyes seeming to pierce directly through Lily with a hateful gaze.
If not for the dead silence of the entire house, besides the soft weeping that Lily was emitting, Lewis wouldn't of been able to hear what she said. Running a hand through his hair, letting out a long sigh, "I didn't chose to kill her, Lily. I chose to have fun, and I messed up." Lewis responded, his voice now stiffer and louder than before, "In case you forgot, I paid for it, too, Lily." Lewis' voice dropped down to an hushed tone, taking his hand from his hair and staring at it. It was hard to believe he was actually dead. Dead and no way to come back. No way to see those that had made his life, or to help his mom. Sighing, once again, Lewis spoke back up, "What I did was bad, Lily. It was awful. I'm not a monster, though."
Lewis wasn't expecting the coffee cup to be able to hit him, but amazingly it did, most likely since it was thrown by Lily. The coffee slammed Lewis in the face, and drenched him in the remaining liquid. It didn't burn him, but it did hurt, "Lily! Come on." Lewis desperately called out to her, as the girl darted upstairs, escaping the man whom had caused her so much pain. Sighing, Lewis stood up from the chair, wondering how exactly he should try and approach this situation next. He had royally fucked up this time, but then again, there was no right way to tell someone you were the person who killed their family member. Trudging up the stairs, Lewis eventually made it to outside Lily's bedroom. As he was about to knock, Lewis stopped himself. He could hear the sounds of a weeping girl coming from within the bedroom. Frowning slightly, Lewis put his back against the bedroom door, and sat down, searching his mind for some idea on how to approach this next. After a few moments, Lewis reached up with a hand and knocked the door he was sitting against, "Lily?" He called out, softly.
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