Summer Lovin |Jeremiah Fisher

eleven: how did it end?

TW!!!: mention of  ED but also not heavily talked about

Delilah remembered the day Peter Collins lost himself.

The call came early in the morning.

Good news never came before the sun rose.

The whole thing was a blur. Delilah remembered someone yelling Susannah's name, she remembered bursting out her door followed closely behind by Liam, and running towards their father's room, she remembered they watched as her father stopped pacing, his body froze, his eyes widened, that light in his eyes snuffed out, his hand slackened and his phone hit the floor.

Delilah remembered standing there, watching Liam quickly scramble for the phone to carry on asking questions to whoever was on the receiving end, she remembered her feet carrying her to her father, to the shell of man who once was Peter Collins.

The family of three didn't waste time heading up to see the Fishers, Liam drove while Delilah sat in passengers. Peter sat in the back, his expression blank and his eyes empty.

The car was silent the whole ride over.

When they arrived at the Fishers, Adam was the one to greet them. Jeremiah and Conrad wouldn't leave their moms side, Laurel and her family had only reached a few minutes before them.

Delilah's first thought when she stepped into the house was to find Jeremiah, but soon her father was sprinting to Susannahs room, the kids calling after him-

Peter let out the cry of someone who had been through the trenches of every worse possible thing, not just once, but twice.

They watched Peter fall to the floor, his hand grasping Susannah, but for the first time in his life, Susannah didn't squeeze back.

Delilah watched her father's spirit die that day, for the second time in her life.

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"Dahlia? Del, you have to wake up."

Delilah groaned softly, her hand coming up to rub the sleep away from her face. Her head didn't hurt which was good, meant she didn't drink too much last night to give herself a headache.

"Liam what-"

Delilah froze, and her heart immediately ached.

Dahlia.

Only three people called her that.

One of them she would never be able to see again, one of them she could hear screaming at her daughter down the hall, that left one person.

Peter Collins stared down at his daughter from where he sat beside her on the cold bedroom floor, a glass of water stretched out to her.

As Delilah took her father in, only one thing made her heart squeeze.

There was finally something other than grief in his eyes.

"Hello, my little flower." Peter smiled sadly as Delilah wrapped her hand around the water glass, taking a deep sip as her mind scrambled to form words.

"Dad... dad what-"

"Belly called Laurel last night, drunk and crying about how the house was sold and how you all were in Cousins. She asked for our help, well mainly laurels help but there was no chance I wasn't coming too." Peter said an unreadable expression on his face.

Delilah swallowed another sip of water, too afraid about what her father was gonna say.

"Dad listen, im sorry I lied but I couldn't have let Conrad deal with it on his own-"