T.H. ONE SHOT ~ Delilah is Back

Delilah is Back

ONCE AGAIN! I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG, NOR AM I SUGGESTING THAT IT IS MY OWN SONG!

Enjoy!

~Delilah's POV~

I ran away from his house, tears streaming down my face. I had said all his worst fears out loud. I told him there was no way he could be good enough for me. I told him there was no way his guitar could pay the bills. I repeated all the words he had heard from my mother, and broke him once more. The only difference was that this time, I wouldn't be there to comfort him. I ran all the way to my room, slamming the door and crumpling onto the floor. I screamed out for the boy I knew I had hurt, but I had no other option.

I was leaving for NYU tomorrow, there was no way I could just leave him here in London and be in an entirely different country. I couldn't deprive him of the love he needed so dearly. I couldn't be the person to leave the other behind.

After 3 hours of crying out all the anger I had for convincing myself to do this whole thing in the first place, I picked myself up. I reached for a tissue in the darkness, feeling my hand brush into cold metal. I reached to turn on my light, realizing that I had brushed my hand against the picture I had of Tom and I. It was a picture of us at our Prom. I was laughing so hard when he took the picture, my eyes were completely closed and he just had this goofy grin on his face.

I called out once more for him, but I knew he wasn't coming. After consoling myself once more, I flipped over the picture and got right back to packing. I had two suitcases, stuffed full with clothes and accessories. I flopped down onto my bed, reaching for my pillow to hug as I sleep.

~Tom's POV~

-- 2 Years Later --

It had been two years since she left me. I knew she was gone, but that didn't stop the ache in my heart. I had loved her, I had given her so much of me, and she left me by telling me I could never make it in music. Although I should have hated her for this, it was what kept me going all these years. The simple thought of making it in the music industry, and having her come back to me.

I knew it hadn't really been her in the first place who told me those things. It sounded more like her mother, calling me out however she could. But it didn't matter. She had left for NYU the very next day, so it obviously didn't bother her. She had come back to visit several times, but I had never seen her during those visits.

Through these past two years, I worked endlessly trying to get my music to reach out, reach others. Finally, a few weeks ago, I was noticed by a bar owner who asked if he could hire me to play a song or two before some bigger band came to play. Of course, I was ecstatic at the opportunity, and immediately agreed. The only problem was, he wanted me to play originals he had never heard before.

I drafted a few songs, but the only song that really stuck, or worked out, was the one about her. I kept developing it until it was the only song I could get to play on my guitar. Finally, the night was here. I was playing at the man's bar, and couldn't wait for my opportunity to possibly be heard. I packed up all my things and made my way over to the bar.

~Delilah's POV~

I had decided to spend my summer break back in London, and had just barely arrived back at home. I couldn't wait to see everyone I had missed so dearly, but my best friends greeted me with some information. Moira was the first to hug me, whispering in my ear to prepare myself. I gave her a weird look and she backed away. Annora stood directly in front of me, making no movement, her arms folded across her chest.