The Story of Lily

She came walking down the street where she lived. A few blocks from her house, she had her shoes in her left hand and an empty right hand. The suburban setting of the neighborhood made the resentment, pain and guilt reminiscent. It was stationary inside her. She couldn’t deal with it any longer and didn’t want to cause an interrupted scene as she walked barefoot along the pavement. So, she continued to walk, not saying a word. 
She took out her left hand while clutching her shoes so she would not drop them as she dug into the pockets of her blue denim and suede jeans for her keys. She fidgeted around slightly. A slow panic came over her at the thought that she may have left the keys at her house. She could hear cars drive past every so often, along with dogs barking that echoed in the vicinity, continually, only making it that much more difficult for her to leave. The sounds followed her. Unexpectedly, a middle-aged Caucasian male approached her. 
“No, I’m fine,” she says to him quickly before he could open his mouth to speak to her. He looks at her then proceeded to walk away, smiling innocently…almost, losing himself after being rejected so easily and quickly. 
“He was nice,” she thought to herself. 
She picked up her pace and turned her head around to look back just to make sure no one was following her. The shrubs of the neighbor’s front lawn brushed against her elbow and arm. She turned around, facing forward, and kept her pace while she continued to walk. Her senses began to heighten, noticing a change of direction in the breeze. The chill blew across her arms, she wearing a short sleeve t-shirt that came below her medium sized waistline – loosely fit, untucked from her pants. Another man walked up to her and she completely ignored him. Not making any eye contact, but she replied, “I appreciate that.” 
He grinned as he walked away. The dark-skin tone of his complexion and air of confidence reminded her of someone she had tried to rid her mind of. Even his scent that she inhaled, along with his stature, didn’t help remedy her pain. 
The swelling of internal regret from experiencing so much in her life took a massive toll on her mental state. All she wanted to do so badly was to forget and move on. Looking down at her wrist, she wore the watch he had given her, “Time will not stop us from being together,” he once told her. 
The bracelet had his name on it. She began to panic more and more. 
She became oblivious, not remembering that she still had on the watch and bracelet when she had abruptly left her house in anger and frustration. Now she became anxious because she had now put herself into an egregious situation that she did not want to be a part of anymore. Her breathing began to pick up and so did her pace, as she looked back while walking forward. 
“Sorry,” the young teenager, late teen, said to her as he accidentally bumped into her. 
She jumped slightly. He startled her, throwing her off balance, quickly turning her head around to look at him. 
“Excuse me,” he said to her as he seemed to be pulled in, wanting to engage in conversation. It could be because of her beauty or simply the pain he could feel from her. 
He wanted to help, yet he slowly maneuvered around her and continued jogging while passing by her. He took a good look at her while leaving her, the soles of his new tennis shoes beating against the cement, leaving invisible footprints while he ran. 
She eventually came to an intersection, her hand finally free from searching her pocket while managing to carry her red high-heeled shoes. She stopped and looked left, then right.  She did not find the keys, but somehow found her necklace; a beautiful gold necklace. It had her name, “Lily”, on it, a name her grandmother gave her when she was a baby; the necklace given to her by her best friend as a gift over a decade ago, the same necklace that her mother had engraved for her that her father had paid for. 
Lily turned around, looking behind her once more while hearing cars leaving the intersection in the background, having lifted her head after looking at the necklace. She turned to see a man running as fast as he could, trying to catch up with her. Her heart beating rapidly, anxiety played on her emotions as she stepped into the intersection…without looking…