you were too pure for this tainted world my love.

the ban

Dahlila and Simon silently sat on each side of the tree listening in on the loud, frightful argument his parents where having. "Simon?" Dehlila spoke up, finally breaking the chain of long silence. "Yeah Dahlila?" "Why doesn't he like me?" Simon went silent again for a good three minutes, trying to find the awnser but inevitably coming up short. "I-.... I don't know." He responded, though it was more likely directed towards himself than Dehlila.

Twiddling her thumbs Dehlila spoke up agian, though this time there where tears prickling the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill. "You don't hate me do you?", Simon quickly purked his head up with the crack in her voice as she tried to finish the formed sentence. In response to her idiotic stament Simon scooted closer and turned his head ever so slightly towards her. "Of course not! How could you think such a thing? You can't get ride of me that easily ya know, your stuck with me now." Simon announced cheerfully trying to lighten up the gloomy atmosphere. Which he was successful at as he earned a laugh from Dehlila.

The had only been sat there for a few extra minutes, just enjoying each others presence before Simons mother stepped outside of the sliding doors. "Dahlila honey, it's getting dark let's go get you home." With a nodded response, Dehlila sat up flattened her dress and began to walk back in with Mary but not before waving away to Simon. "See you later Si." She spoke before she too disappeared behind the sliding doors.

After the front doors close was heard, Simon sat up and walked inside. Coming to an alerted stop at the sight of his father sitting on his chair in the dead center of the living room. He was about to just fly up the steps to his roon before his father spoke up in a loud and deep voice. "C'mere boy.", He boomed as he leant back into his seat. Regrettably Simon slowly made his way to stand inside of the doorway in said room. "Yes sir?" He pronounced picking up the oder of alcohol emitting from his father. "You ain't to hang with that nigger girl no more. Understood." He leaned into the face of his son Simon, which by now was full of anger at the dismiss of his friend. Without a worded reply Simon calmly rushed to his room to the dismay of his fatheres yells coming from where he sat on his chair.

That night the two friends stayed awake together unknowingly, both contemplating the events that took place only a few moments ago.