❝IN WHICH, IT IS A COLD DECEMBER IN LONDON, AND SNOW ISN'T THE ONLY THING THAT'S FALLING. HE'S FALLING FOR HER AS WELL.❞
Will Delilah Fitch be nothing more than a dance to remember?
❝CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS, TIME IS HERE❞ _______________________________________
She stepped onto the bus that day, in a flurry of winds and snowflakes. It was a particularly cold day, and there was a layer of powdery snow that had calmly settled itself on her hair.
She smiled at Parker as she sidled down to her usual seat.
You can do this. Just like you practised. Ask her how her day was.
"Your hair looks platinum blonde."
His nerves had won again, as the wrong words tumbled out of his lips.
However, she laughed lightly, and Parker thanked his tongue for going easy on him.
"I've always wanted to dye my hair. What colour do you think would suit me?"
She asked him questions like they had been friends for years. Was Delilah Fitch like this to every Tom, Dick and Harry? Or did she reserve a few special questions for him?
"Red," he said.
"Why?"
"You remind me of a snowflake. You're fair and soft and beautiful and rare. But you're also so bloody fragile. That's why, red."
Delilah stared at him, and for the first time his words had rendered her speechless.
And this sort of motivated him to go on, because it looked like she wasn't the only one who could have an effect on him.
"Red, because I want you to have this fire within you. A fire that no one, regardless of what the situation is, can burn out. A fire that keeps you warm, when no one else can."
Delilah's lips parted slightly and she gingerly raised her hand. She stretched them out onto Parker's fingers that were braced against the back a seat.
It was a first for both of them. The first time a touch as chaste as this elicited a whirlwind of emotions.
For the second that Delilah's fingers touched Parker's, she could feel her heart hitch, her mind race, her cheeks flush, and her thoughts consumed by him.
(parker, parker, parker)
What was this boy doing to her? Did his words signify the truth, or was he just like those other boys that she had always been warned about?
The kind that dipped their words in honey, and frosted them with sugar, only to have them mean nothing.
Something in her mind told her that she was about to find out.
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long chapter (comparatively) because of the beautiful support you guys are giving me. i honestly love every single one of you so bloody much. thanks.
