Delilah stood outside the restaurant, tossing up possible introductions.
You must be Damien? Im Delilah, hi!
Damien and Delilah? I think its fate!
Hi, im Delilah, what a pleasure to meet you!
With a throaty sigh Delilah slouched back in a green bench which was located by the road. Delilah was worried that he would take one look at her, grimace and then walk out. Its possible, right?
Delilah watched a giggly couple walk into the Japanese Restaurant before she stood up, dusting off the flowy dress she was adorned in.
"fuck it" Delilah threw her arms in the air for emphasis, "im Delilah and I am god damn beautiful"
Delilah proceeded to enter the restaurant and walk towards the ruggedly handsome man who was seated by the window, Damien found Delilahs eyes with a smirk before opening his mouth, "You're Delilah and you are god damn beautiful"
Needless to say, it was fate.
I loved this ending when i was 14, now, not so much. I will probably edit this in like a year but ty for reading if you did read and i hope you one day throw your arms up in the air and say, "fuck it, i am beautiful" because you definitely deserve to. #FreeYourBody, love yourself and go confess your love to your crush because you deserve some happiness
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Delilah
Short StoryThe short story of Delilah, a girl who never wanted to grow up and never wanted to face the side effects. This piece of writing is a proud supporter of the #FreeYourBody campaign.
