Delilah rose moves, against her protests, to Derry, Maine with her two younger sisters, two older brothers and her father. two days after she moves to the small town she stumbles upon a care free group of kids who take a liking to the girl. what hap...
♫"The feeling that I'm losing her forever And without really entering her world" Slipping Through My Fingers / Me And I, ABBA♫
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❤︎ 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥 ❤︎
𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘩'𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘷 𖤐
I STRUGGLE WITH THE lanterns in my hands, attempting to carry all the crafts over to the cupboard to get my luggage bag instead of doing the obvious thing and leaving it all there until i got back.
suddenly everything's knocked out of my hands when i'm bumped into.
"sorry." i apologise immediately, looking up at the mystery person. tim stands there.
i swallow and immediately get down and scramble to pick my stuff up.
my hand involuntarily freezes when his comes down to help me, normally this would have been expected though lately not so much.
we still loved each other of corse, but everything was weird. messed up.
"my fault." he mutters to my apology.
once everything's in a pile i stand and walk over to the coat cupboard and grab my luggage back from the bottom.
"delilah." his voice comes out soft.
"mhm?" i humm, fearing my voice would break if i spoke.
"i'm sorry."
"it's my fault. i should have watched where i was going." i shrug, walking back over and begin to place all of the stuff in the bag.
"what? no."
"what are you talking about?" i give him a confused look.
"i mean about, like the boy thing." he sighs and closes his eyes. "listen, i didn't mean for it to go that far okay? i just wanted to protect you."
"i know you did tim, but come on."
"i know, i know." he mutters shamefully. "i don't want to say this because it's not an excuse but, at the time i'd just lost mom. i didn't want to lose you too."
my face softens as i look at him, the way the more he speaks about are mother his knees look like there about to give out from beneath him.
he never speaks of my mom, never. he doesn't like it because they were so close. i was close with her too, though i guess i've always been a daddy's girl.
it made me feel guilty, for a while. part of me wondered if she ever thought i didn't love her, because i did.
i know that that's not true now, though. she knows i love her and i know she loves me, all of us.
"you were never going to lose me tim, your my brother. and my best friend. i love you and no boy is going to change that."
