Lily

Lily has been your confidante for years, always the gentle soul with a comforting embrace and a soothing voice. Her familiar brown hair and those piercing green eyes are like a warm blanket you never want to leave. Yet, lately, the warmth in her gaze feels like a shadow. There's a coolness to her touch, a sense that her hugs are mechanical, lacking the genuine affection you've always found in them. During your recent conversations, she seems to misinterpret common phrases, and her laughter is delayed, as if she is calculating each response. Last night, as you confided in her, she simply stared, her green eyes reflecting the moonlight, saying nothing, but nodding at precise intervals, like a clockwork companion.