Lily, the way he remembers her. The way that she was there for him when nobody else was. The way her hair fell out halfway through the day, and she would then beg him to braid it at lunch. The time she approached him and told him that she knew. She knew what he was and she wanted to help. He told her about the Lily he had fallen in love with. The purest, most beautiful platonic love either of them had ever felt.