She ran back to the home in a hurry, not caring to look back. She quickly stumbled into her room and forcefully closed the door, she felt suffocated. She let out a cry of desperation as she clung to her hands. She ripped the gloves off of her and dropped them to the ground, and looked down at her palms. "No" she whispered "No!" She slid down the back of the door. And she cried and cried and cried, Dalila felt completely alone.
She then heard a little knock on the door, she wiped her tears and used her ice hands to cool down the redness of her face before answering the door. She slowly grabbed the handle of the door and opened it, and just before her stood a little clay homunculi. There was no need to ponder on who's it was, it was obviously Enoch's. She contemplated closing the door in it's face or smush it with her perfectly polished shoe but in its little clay hands she saw something. She bend down and extended her hand so the homunculi could climb on it with ease. The little clay doll began jumping up and down grabbing her attention and extending a note to her. She carefully unfolded the small piece of paper 'I am sorry...kind of ' She chuckled at kid honestly that she used to adore... when did things began going downhill?
She made her way back down to the basement where he stood at his desk working on his homunculi. He immediately stopped what he was doing once he laid eyes on her. He stood up from his chair and walked towards her shyly. "Hi..." he uttered she chuckled and wrapped her arms around him. He looked taken aback, although he slowly wrapped his own arms around her.
"Hi..."
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Clay and Blood | Enoch O'Connor
FanfictionThe quiet winter girl that has been in the loop for as long as she can remember The dead riser who doesn't even remember the World that goes beyond the loop "What happened to us? We used to be best friends" "Not anymore...we haven't been for a l...
