In Love With Death's Daughter

Graduation Day

        I lift Delilah out of the seat, and start bringing her towards her house. After running around and being awake for so long, she was on the point of almost falling asleep in the middle of the field, poor girl. At that point, Kathy and I decided to bring her home, and she fell asleep in the car. Kathy jogs to the house ahead of me, and knocks for us, while I carefully bring Delilah to join her.

        "She fell asleep, I see." Delilah's dad says when he opens the door. 

        "Yep," Kathy replies, "And she doesn't snore, which is awesome." 

        Delilah's dad chuckles, and lets us inside.

        "You guys can go right on up to her room  and lay her on her bed." Her dad tells us, and we nod.

        "Thank you sir." I say, quietly, of course, and he nods.

        Once I've laid Delilah down on her bed, I cover her with her blanket, and kiss her on the forehead. 

        "Okay, let's go take you home." I tell Kathy, and she smiles as she goes down the stairs, and out of Delilah's house.

        I really hope she doesn't wake up in the middle of the night and not fall back asleep, or something. And I'm definitely praying that she won't have to find a cloak in her closet when she wakes up...

        ~Delilah's P.O.V.~

        I groan, and rub the sleep from my eyes. My eyes which I don't open, of course. I can feel the light on my face, so I know it's morning. But I don't want to open my eyes. I don't want to see a cloak.

        So instead I run last night through my head. Mary being her hilarious self, bowling, going to the field, and running around a lot. Like, a lot. The proposal. Oh gosh, the proposal. Did we put the ring on the chain? No, I don't think we remembered to. I think I fell asleep in the car, because I remember being half asleep and getting into the car, but after that, pretty much nothing. I guess Lucas brought me to my room.

        "Delilah?" I hear my mom's voice at my door suddenly, and I groan.

        "Don't come in, please." I say. I have to open my eyes now.

        "Okay. Just.. wake up." She says, and I nod, even though she can't see me.

        I turn toward where my closet is, and slowly open my eyes. Once my vision adjusts to the light, and focuses, I don't even need to do a scan of my closet.

        I see it immediately. A dark grey cloak. 

        I weakly rise to my feet, tears threatening to leave my eyes, but I hold them back.

        I can't be the grim reaper. This can't be true. I walk over to my closet, barely managing to make it without collapsing into a horrible blubbering mess on the floor. I take a deep breath, and shove my clothes that are hanging to the side, and look at it, the horrible--

        This is not the grim reaper cloak. 

        I gasp, and laugh, and let the tears finally fall, but for relief. This isn't my dad's cloak. I won't have to be the grim reaper.

        It's my graduation gown. I laugh at myself. Of course. Matcha's colors are orange and grey. I laugh at how I instantly thought it was his cloak, and how pathetic I was.

        It's not his cloak. It isn't his cloak.

        I search the rest of my closet for his cloak, but find none.