❝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?
❝THEN ONE FOGGY CHRISTMAS EVE❞ ______________________
Delilah Fitch's chest was heaving, for she had narrowly escaped having the glass shards of an empty bottle of Merlot being lodged onto the side of her head.
"What happened? Why are you out of breath?" Parker asked, panic laced in his voice, as he reached into his bag for a bottle of water.
He handed it over to her, and watched as she slipped it delicately, her eyes closed.
"I had to run away from her. She's in a really bad mood." She screwed down the cap of the bottle, and handed it back.
"Oh," Parker said, feeling devastated.
"Hey," she said, with a small grin, as she patted his cheek. "Smile. I'm fine. Nothing happened."
"But something could have happened," Parker replied, his mouth pouting in disappointment. "I wish I could stop it. If only you spoke to someone - "
"No."
Her voice was intertwined with a note of finality and so Parker shut his mouth and sat down beside her.
Because they always said that there is no greater love than the one a daughter has for her mother.
Parker regarded her, as she stared out of the window.
"I'm safe now," she said, as the bus lurched forward from a stop.
It didn't seem as thought she was saying it to Parker. It rather felt like she was saying it to reassure herself.
"I don't know why," Parker began, in a low voice. "But I just can't bring myself to be angry at your mom."
To his surprise, Delilah only smiled pleasantly and nodded. "I understand. It's cause you know that she's not in her right mind, when she's doing it."
"It's not only that," Parker continued, as he scratched his chin.
Delilah scooted forward, curious to see what he had to say.
"It's also because she's been through a lot, right? The pain within her - it has to go somewhere. She passes it onto you."
Delilah momentarily blinked at Parker.
"I'm not saying that's a good thing. A person should always take the efforts to try and stop the cycle," he continued. "But not everyone is as strong."
She mulled over his words, before nodding.
"The pain does have to end somewhere," she said, quietly. "Someone has to carry the brunt of it, till it disappears."
They sat in silence for a while, their thought's encapsulated by this revelation.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Parker said, as he suddenly realised the warmth of his back pack.
He opened it up to reach in and pull a box of cookies.
"My mom baked these. They're her special double chocolate chip cookies. Every one thinks the recipe is a winner."
He handed over the box and Delilah took it from him graciously.
She opened the box and took a deep sniff.
"Smells of home, doesn't it?" Parker said, with a proud smile.
"It makes me happy, this smell," she said, with a delighted smile. "Makes me feel thankful and warm on the inside. The fact that there's at least one soul that cares for me like this."
Parker bit his lip, unsure as to whether or not he should say what was on his mind.
(i'd walk through fire for you. i don't think it's even possible to not not care for you. you're all I think about. you consume my mind. you're not even doing anything, yet you're doing everything. your every breath drives me insane. it's you. it's always going to be you. you. you. you)
"Well you should try tasting them."
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a/n
sleep is for the weak. or so I tell myself.
I'm literally a walking zombie rn, guys. hope you like this chapter. shoot a vote and a comment.
