At this point, neither one knew what to do or who to believe. Anyone on this bus could be writing these mysterious notes to them. Lily began to make it a point not to talk to or even look at Andy. She was afraid of this person tearing their relationship apart.
Strangely, whoever was writing these little notes was leaving them quite conveniently. When Andy wasn't on the bus, Lily would find a note. When Lily wasn't on the bus, Andy would find a note. It was a constant mind game.
Don't you see what she's doing to you? She's got you on a leash. She got you to break up with Juliet for her and now she won't talk to you or even look at you. Coincidence? I don't think so. She had this whole thing planned out.
Andy was beginning to get real frustrated with this whole thing. He knew it couldn't be Lily or any of the guys. Why would any of the guys do something like that to him? They wouldn't. He had absolutely no leads on who the secret non-admirer could be but he was determined to get to the bottom of this.
Lily was afraid to leave her bunk. She was afraid that if she left, there would be another note waiting for her when she got back with the cruel, cold, black words on that bland, blank, white piece of paper. She was afraid that if she did anything, made any slight movement, or any sound at all, it would be used against her.
It got to the point where she was so paranoid, she couldn't take it any longer. She had to go. She had to leave and go back home. Or at least rent out an apartment in LA until Andy was done with tour.
After she packed her things, she wrote a note to leave for him.
I'm sorry, but I just can't do this any longer. I guess the tour life is too hard for me. I'm going to rent out an apartment in LA and wait for you there until the tour is over. We can start back up where we left off here when you return. I do love you with all my heart and I'll miss you until you get back.
She put the pen down on the kitchen counter and folded the note up. She walked back into the bunk area and placed the note on Andy's pillow. She turned around to her own bunk and pulled back the curtain to grab her bags. Sitting there on the pillow was another note.
Her eyes widened and she extended a shaky hand, picking up the note. She looked around the bus to see if there was anyone else there. The last time she had checked, she was the only one on the bus and there had not been a note there before everyone else left.
You haven't talked to me in what feels like forever. I don't understand but if this is what you want, I'll support you in that. If you no longer want anything to do with me, that's okay. I only want you to be happy. If this is what makes you happy, I'm happy for you. I know you never knew this but I've always loved you. From the day we stumbled across each other in the woods, you're the only person I've ever thought about all the time. But you've made it clear with your silence that this is what you want. So I guess this is goodbye.