This chapter is set around 6 months after the finale.
Delia's P.O.V -
I woke up, and rubbing my eyes I headed to Patsy's room. I knocked and Trixie opened the door, she looked surprised to see me.
"Oh. I thought you'd gone with her!" She exclaimed.
"What do you mean" I asked confused
"Pasty left early this morning.... She said she had a train to catch."
"Okay" I said wondering why she hadn't mentioned it.
"Will she back for dinner?" I asked.
"Oh Delia" Trixie sighed. "She took everything with her."
A tear prickled in the corner of my eye, my mind trying to understand the situation.
Trixie opened her arms for a hug, but I shook my head, returning to my own room.
I spent an hour wiping tears away but then there was a knock at the door and I was forced to compose myself.
Trixie pushed it open.
"Hey, I know you may need time, but the nuns are asking where you are, do you want me to make excuses?"
I stood up and walked to the door.
"No, its fine, I'm coming now"
Trixie nodded sadly and we walked silently downstairs together.
I plastered a smile on my face and said hi to everyone.
"Breakfast" someone asked, but I politely refused. I really wasn't hungry.
Weeks passed and no letter arrived from her, and with each day that passed, its like I forgot a little more about her.
One day it would it would be the routine conversations until eventually it became things that mattered. Her smile, her laugh, her voice, and eventually it was her face. It would never go completely but, it just wasn't as clear as it used to be.
7 months passed and I gave up on a letter and on Patsy, I clearly didn't mean that much to her.
One day, I found one of Patsy's dresses in the back of my wardrobe. It was green and beautiful and I remembered her wearing it.
I smelt the dress and everything flooded back, the memories, the kisses and the touch of her skin.
The tears dripped down my face, and I cried... and I cried and I cried. Until there were no more tears to cry.
I got up and threw the dress in my bin, and left. I was going to the gateway, I didn't need her anymore.
I sat at the bar when I arrived, desperate to have a drink. I sat down next to a girl, she was blonde, with green eyes.
"Evening" she said, her voice soft. I smiled in return.
"Do you want anything?" I asked. She shook her head.
"I don't drink"
I nodded sadly, this place reminded me of Patsy.
"Are you okay" she asked
"nid mewn gwirionedd, rwyf wedi colli rhywun pwysig"
"Sorry?"
I smiled.
"Welsh" I said flushing, it was way to hot in here.
"Shall we take a walk, you don't look well"
She got up and led me outside.
"I'm Delia" I said glad of the cool rush of air that met me as we stepped outside.
"Jacqueline" she said turning to face me.
It was cold, so we walked arm in arm. We stopped down an alleyway to talk face to face. And a new wave of sadness hit me, I'd kissed Patsy in this same place many a time on the way home.
A tear fell down my cheek and Jacqueline moved it away with her thumb. Her hands were soft against my face.
We both moved forwards at the same time and our lips met.
"Delia..." I heard whispered and when I pulled away from Jacqueline, her face came back to me. Patsy was stood a few places away, suitcase in hand.
A/N - Sorry if my welsh is out, I used Google translate lol xx Hope you enjoy
