Composure

"Do you want to talk about it?"
She manages to choke out a laugh, staring at the distant city. The hilltop's tall grass shimmers in the breeze.
"Do I ever want to talk about it?"
"No."
From there the silence between them droned on. It created an ever widening trench. Above, gulls soared, and the sun peaked from behind the clouds. It was only dully warm on her cheeks, but the tears sparkled all the same.
"You don't always have to be strong, Molly. You don't have to pretend you're alright. No one's perfect." His voice seemed far away, but the words still cut through her. She could not bring her eyes to him.
"I.. I want to be okay. For you."
"Then talk to me, and let me help you."
She could see the tall stone buildings of the city. They were white. It seemed that the far away paradise could never be reached. It was too far for her, anyway. Tall, green trees stretched up from within it's depths. It was the most beautiful place she'd ever seen.
"How can I start." It wasn't a question. Her words were defeated by the tears, the gasps from crying. "I lied to you from the start. I was never okay. It was something I told myself. I said it would happen with time.. b-but it hasn't."
Her eyes lowered to her lap, where his hands had come to rest atop hers.
"And that's not the end. It's my fault for not seeing-"
"No, don't you ever, ever say that!" The girl's voice rose and echoed into the city. The sun went away.
"Then tell me what you want, and I'll be here for you every step of the way, Molly." He took her into his arms, kissing her on the forehead. A shudder ran through her, and she closed her eyes.
"I want to live to see tomorrow's sunrise. I want to see it fall behind the hills in the west, too, and I want you to be there with me. Always."
-Lilium