within the meadow where the birds chirped and flowers bloomed, the two souls collided like summer and autumn and the changes of the season brought them closer than ever. it was the meadow where magic happened and life blew by giving no time to reali...
harry's mind was having a fight with itself. his parents were in australia, percy was roaming the large backyard, and the house was silent. but harry trapped himself in his room with tubes of paint and blank canvases along with his conflicted thoughts. part of him was tugging and pulling on his conscience, knowing that telling delilah of his plans were the best solution. the other part of him hid in the darkest corner of his mind knowing that telling delilah he was going off to travel the world would end in lost possibilities and ended potential.
tell her. tell her. tell her.
the frustration he felt was relinquished onto the blank canvases, but when he pulled back to take a look at what he had created, his heart ached and throat tightened.
brown eyes, wild hair, and glowing skin lost in a meadow.
a loud groan of anger was released into the air, and he attacked another blank canvas with blues and peaches and greens and browns. another step back and harry's frustration remained when he saw the smooth, bare back under the layer of scattered flowers.
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it was three in the morning, and harry had so much frustration. his paint covered skin was cold when he realized he was stuck.
he was stuck on delilah, and he hadn't even left yet. almost half of year had gone by with the bright, changed girl.
tell her. tell her. tell her.
harry's mind was conflicted and fighting with itself, and he couldn't stop it.
delilah was asleep in her small, cold bed with bending bones and an aching heart. her heart had always ached since the first evening she found her mother unconscious on the bathroom floor and she waited at her bedside in the hospital for her to wake up, and with every loss she experienced her bones would bend more and more. now gabriel, her older brother, was moving even further away with his girlfriend and new daughter for a job opportunity.
delilah was ecstatic for him, but it bent her bones just a bit when she got the news. delilah could accept a lot, and so she would.
with bending bones and an aching heart, and a fighting mind conflicted with itself, delilah and harry's answers to each other's problems were right in front of them. each other. but any feelings towards one another were never processed, so how were they supposed to deal with what they truly wanted?
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delilah and harry had gone days without speaking. they didn't mean to, they were just caught up in their own thoughts.
it was the anniversary of her mother's death, and harry was conflicted. so, they both went to the one place they knew the other would be because they both needed each other, but for different reasons.
harry was ready to tell her, tell her, tell her. he needed to.
delilah needed harry's presence. she needed to know he was there. what she didn't know was that he wasn't going to be there for much longer.
harry told her that evening, and her bones bent more while her heart ached with an intensity she had never felt. the meadow tried to absorb the pain she felt in hopes of relieving it temporarily, but delilah wasn't her mother. delilah needed something concrete, and definite.
but harry wasn't it, and that was fine for her because she could accept a lot, and so she would.
