She Is a Mystery

We were young when we crossed paths. He was a true gentleman, and we took it slow, three years later, he asked for my dad's blessing. We were to be wed, I was seventeen, old for a unmarried lady, however we wanted to wait and make sure we were ready. And we were, however I wasn't ready for what came next, London was a nice city, depending on the time of day. I had stayed a little too late at a friends house and when leaving I was... attacked, and didn't live to see him waiting at the door on our porch.
I was told he never moved on, and died a heartbroken man of twenty three. He became a doctor... like he wanted... and died without me. Now I walk the streets of New York, the year is 2012, far far away from that time, where we could have been together and had a perfect little family. I'm still eighteen, I haven't aged a day... no matter how much I wish I could. I changed my name. I am no longer Millicent Mystry, Now it is Lily, Lily Mystry. Why keep the last name? Well... it has a ring to it....