I rest my head on a picnic blanket while chewing slowly on a grape. This Saturday, our dance instructor is ill. So today, I can hang out with Olivia. Dexter broke up with Eloise since Eloise was flirting with another guy in her 1st period. But, he has a cold right now. So for now, it's just Olivia and I. I swallow the grape slowly and look for another fruit.
"So, I don't wanna mention it, but what's up with you and Walker?" Olivia questions, braiding a tiny group of hair strands.
"He hasn't texted me yet," I explain, "and I haven't texted him." I find a clementine and start to peel it.
"Listen, I think y'all should talk," Olivia suggests as I finish peeling the orange.
"I'm just nervous," I sigh. Olivia takes a chip and plops it in her mouth.
"Okay, think of it this way. How would you feel if you never forgave him and you live with that regret for life? Or think about if you were him. If you never at least straighten things out, he could life with that regret. Just start it first, be the responsible one in the relationship." Olivia finishes her speech and I lean in to hug her. She hugs back.
"Thanks Liv, I'll text him when we get home," I reply. "Or eventually, whenever I feel like it." Olivia laughs and throws a grape at me.
"You know, I like talking to you about stuff like that," Olivia mentions.
"Same. I wish I told you sooner," I respond. "Well, at least there was one thing to the outing situation."
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As I fix my pointe shoes, I look around at everyone in the studio. The one thing that has gone back to normal was anything at ballet. Viktoria takes a bite of a protein bar and sips her Celsius. She gives me a few pieces of her protein bar. Kayla takes a tennis ball and stretches her calves. My phone buzzes and I grab my bag. I search through it to find my phone.
"Was that your phone?" Viktoria asks. She chews slowly on her protein bar waiting for an answer.
"Yeah, but I got it," I reply. I finally pull it out of my tiny compartment and look at my message. Of course, it's from the one person I don't want to talk to at the moment.
walker.
hey im so sorry for everything. i feel like such a shitty person due to me just stopping our texting and losing out bond. i bet im the last person you wanna talk to at the moment, but please, just read this. im still madly oh so in love with you. i have always been. from the first time i saw you in person, oh my heavens it was like everything. you're so gorgeous, funny, and unpredictable (in a good way). you are amazing at dance and you looked stunning in your costume. but mtv can't ruin our relationship. it makes me so mad that people think it's fine to share people's private lives. it's not your fault, and if you don't like me at all anymore, that's valid. even if you don't like me anymore, just know that i still fucking love you delilah reichert. it wasn't a bad idea to get with you. it changed my whole life. love you, walker ❤️
My face falls, worry piling on my face like a truck releasing a load of mulch on my face. Nervousness comes over me as I feel my heart pump faster. Viktoria looks up from her shoe and stops breaking in a pair.
"What is going on?" Viktoria questions, chewing a corner from her longer nails.
"Walker just texted me."
"Wait, Walker? The same guy that left you as soon as paparazzi flooded your relationship?" Viktoria asks in exasperation. She folds her arms as her nails dig into her skin.
"He apologized. I think," I respond, showing Viktoria my phone. Kayla scoots next to Viktoria and reads along. Kayla's smile drops at the message.
"Oh, oh wow!" Kayla replies, not knowing what to say. Viktoria sits there in silence. Well, not exact silence, since there are still others in the studio violently beating the pointe shoes on the floor, wall, and barres.
"This is insane. Jeez, sorry to break it to you, but he's madly in love. You gonna agree with getting back together?" Viktoria wonders, picking at her finger nail.
"I don't know, I need some time to think about it," I reply. I close my message. Thankfully, my read recipients are off. This is the only thing that is saving me right now.
"Alright girls, let's start from the beginning of our ballet! Costumes are in the back," the assistant reminds us and walks out. We see her drop her pen and observe as another picks it up.
"Let's go, but this conversation is not over!" Kayla says, making the two of us laugh before starting another painful rehearsal.
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Cher's voice carries to my bathroom as I quickly head to my bathroom, connected to my bedroom. It's super easy access, especially in mornings. When I wake up, I don't have to walk a very long way to the bathroom. I can just rush in my bathroom connected to it.
As I rinse out my mouth with minty mouthwash, I remember I still need to text back Walker. I just cannot leave him on delivered forever. I wish I could, since I don't know exactly what to do. An apology isn't going to suit this, and going back to dating after something like this seems stupid and pointless. Breaking up might not be bad...
walker.
hey, thanks for the apology. but im sorry for keeping it a secret in the first place. i should have told everyone. lying was pointless and stupid of me. but i don't think going back to dating right after something like this is the best thing to do. listen, i still really like and love you, but dating might not be the most appropriate thing to do right after this. maybe in the near future we'll be able to. i still love you walker scobell, and never forget it. yours truly, delilah
a/n from your local rat!
hey friends, this is the end. im so sad to end it like this, but it has to be done. i love delilah since she's based off of parts of me. i love ballet, of course, and walker scobell (duh!) slowly drifting away from a friend is relatable, and more that i will not reveal. anywho, than,s for reading. love you guys 🎀ྀིྀི
