The Power Of Night

The Dark

'The lights blazed down on them, still the turf hugging them to the ground, forcing them to look towards the black sky.

Only, the field's lights made it misty and grey, it's own rays confusing the very earth on the time of day as it defied the minutes.

But to Delaney, one thing was missing.

"There's no stars." She states

Carter rolled over closer to her.

"Yeah." He sighs, blocking his eyes from the humongous lamps.

Before she could forget what she'd said Carter looked at her saying,

"You'll see the stars by the end of tonight, I promise."

They both closed there eyes,

"It seems like i could be anywhere right now," Delaney says hiding behind her lids.

"Like the beach," Carter starts. "Laying in the sun getting a tan."

The words caused warmth to grown around Delaney's body.

What it reminded Delaney of was death,

Would it be this florescent when her time was up, or she cut it short?

The light leaving the dark behind into another world,
Or could it be the other way around?

"You don't take anything for granted, do you Carter. " she sits up to watch his sleepy face.

" i don't ," he confirms, "and won't quit until my heart stops beating."

Delaney didn't know what it was about Carter's heart. It was important,yes, he drew it on her wrist, and mention it here and there.

But Delaney knew,
This was about Bella.

It was stupid to jealous of a girl who would soon be dead, but would that be Delaney herself.

It frustrated her almost,
Bella was going to be mourned,
Called a fighter and be forever remeber as the one that was taken by an illness.

But Delaney, she would be selfish.
Taking your own life,
Someone who had things going for them,
Who was perfectly healthy.
Wrong.
Delaney hadn't realized it untill now, but she was sick, almost like Bella's, only hers couldn't be seen.

But both had the same result, slowly decaying away until nothing was left.

Maybe Delaney could still be cured.

But did she want to?

Both Carter and Delaney shuffled into sitting when an engine ran by outside the fence.

"What was that?" Delaney jolted

Carter pushed himself up,

"I don't know-"
he grabbed her wrist, dragging her away from the open field. He led her to the duggout where the light was hidden.
Now they stood together in the dark.
Delaney started to tremble,
Not because of the mystery in the vehicle,
But because she had no way of knowing how close carter was standing to her. She could feel the heat gradually relasing itself from him and into the cramped air, she could taste his breath, being pushed onto her face from a distance that seemed magneticly inching forward in its invisibility.
Now for his hand, it had never released itself from Delaney's wrist, instead it gripped her fingers intensely, resting in her palm.
It's not thay Delaney didn't want Carter to be this close,
It's that she couldn't.

She couldn't attach herself to anything, something that would make her want to stay.

Something that could cause guilt for leaving it behind.

Carter was in Delaney's way, she wanted to leave, just jump and get it over with.

Only then came Carter, even then he was trying to stop her.
And it worked, he shown her what life was supposed to be like. What happiness it possesed and the adrenalin pumping, heart beating liveliness.

But Carter'd also shown her pain, and she knew that her life wouldn't be like the happiness he'd shown her. It would be lonely, and sad, and dark.

That is, unless Carter was with her.

"It's just the maintenance guy, "

he whispers, his lips closer than she feared as they brushed againster her ear as it whistled between.

This was similar to the tatoo parlour, only Delaney and Carter couldn't just make a run for it.

They were trapped in the tense dugout, only to themselves.
Alone in the dark.

Delaney inched her neck forward as her cheek brushed Carter's chest. She let her head rest on him, feeling his sweat dampened skin through his t-hirt .
Between breaths, another sound echoed through Carter's chest.
His heart beat.
It was pounding loud, the syncopation rattled through her ear drums.

Delaney imagined a visual of the two, a tan girl with her messy brown braid and green eyes in the arms of blonde haired blue eyed Carter. Never before had Delaney felt pretty, until now. The roundness of her eyes didn't seem to bother her, the freckles sprinkled like dark snow seemed in place around her nose. Before, she'd thought of herself as short, five foot three inches, only now it didn't seem to matter because it was the perfect height to rest her head on Carter's chest.

As the maintenance man's golf cart started to aproach closer, Carters heartbeat picked up speed. Just the realization that delaney was this close to Carter made her speed up too.

"Gosh can't two teenagers just be alone in the middle of the night for once?"

Carter joked, but his voice shook, and delaney knew it wasn't because he was afraod of the maintenance man.

Delaney lifted her head off his chest, his damp t-shirt sticking to her cheek as it slowly peeled away the further she backed.

"He's gone." Carter sighed.

He pulled her hand as the lights hard edge transitioned over them.

Delaney wanted to stay in the dark, the light showed to much.
She looked at Carter's face, as handsome as it was, it was vulnerable, as love was. The pink blush glowing on the apples of his cheeks, the sweat lining his fore head, his lips, closed, but trying to hide his grin. But his eyes, staring at Delaney.

No, the light had shown to much.
Also, it was exposing Delaney, and she knew she looked exactly the same.

Delaney's palm still rest damply in Carter's big hand, the gripnsoon begins to tighten. Soon Carter grabs the other hand. One holding them, as the other was holding back.
He looked into Delaney's round eyes and started to bring his lips to her.