within the meadow √ h.s.

f o u r

both beings held back parts of their personalities on a daily basis. they refrained themselves from sharing their habits with others leaving vague impressions for people to comprehend.

harry stared at delilah as she scratched percy's belly and laughed at him as he rolled over happily. he was enthralled by the radiating muse she possessed, but he knew she wouldn't understand a stranger pulling inspiration from her.

the sun was dipping lower into the vast sky as delilah stood up. "thank you for letting me pet him, he was an angel," she smiled at harry as he absorbed her voice and memorized the details of her face.

"i should be the one thanking you," he breathed out in a laugh. "it's getting dark. we should get going too. come on percy, go back to the car." when percy trotted through the field he looked back every few seconds to make sure the two were following him.

delilah and harry didn't mean to walk off together, they just happened to be going in the same direction, but it wasn't addressed. delilah held a book in her hands just like harry, but his did not have words decorating the pages and instead held intricate sketches that captured an essence of beauty not absorbed by the human eye.

so, they drove off to their separate and quite different lives only to return to the same place day after day for weeks. harry brought percy throughout those days because he knew that the pup adored the silent girl who held her tongue and he wanted to have an opportunity to allow his eyes to trace every feature of her face and emotion she released.

it was the first day of spring when harry arrived without percy, and planned to carry out a conversation with delilah. the closest to a conversation the two had were discovering each other's name. some days delilah would be at the meadow before harry and percy and would be so indulged in her book that she didn't notice the dog running up to her until he jumped on her lap and licked her face soon seeing harry smile while walking closer. other days harry was there first with the dog and delilah approached them with a smile on her face as well.

it was that first day of spring when the two contradictory people sat in the same meadow  and learned pointless facts about each other. delilah had brought food from the cafe and brought percy a little snack only to find out he was not accompanying harry. harry told her he would take it home to him and he would be so happy to have it. but that evening when the sun was setting as it usually did, delilah and harry didn't want to leave.

they both had different reasons for wanting to stay, but they also enjoyed each other's company. delilah saw harry like a book. he was spitting out pointless facts allowing her to feel a sense of satisfaction learning something new without physically holding a book to her face. harry saw delilah as a canvas. her voice painted the base while her personality she exhibited through facts she spoke added details to the art creating a masterpiece more enigmatic than he could ever create.

even though the two knew the other would be at the same meadow the next day, the desire to stay and delve deeper into each other's minds remained in the air to be captured when they both returned. that night, the wind didn't blow and take that desire with it because something was blossoming within the meadow that spring other than the flowers.