❝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?
❝T'IS THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY.❞ _____________________
Delilah held out three chocolate chip cookies, wrapped in tissue paper.
They were still a little warm, and Parker graciously took them from her.
"I don't have much to give you," she said, sounding dejected. "But I hope this can count as a late Christmas gift?"
"You are the gift, Delilah," Parker said, a bubble of laughter escaping from his lips. "Wrap yourself up, you're the only present I want."
Delilah stifled the urge to smile and instead lightly bumped his shoulder with hers. "Shut up."
He laughed agin, and popped the cookie into his mouth.
However, it couldn't get past his throat. The batter was bland, there was no sugar, and it tasted like sawdust.
"How is it?" Delilah asked expectantly. "It's the first time I've ever baked anything."
Evidently.
"They're," Parker swallowed, and lightly winced as the cookies made it down his throat. " - splendid! Might save the rest for later," he said, as he quickly moved to tuck the rest into his bag.
"Really?" Delilah questioned, happily. "Wait, I wanna try one too."
She stopped Parker's hand that was midway into putting the cookies into his bag. However, her attention was diverted by the presence of something else.
"What's that?" she asked, although she knew very well what it was.
The box was white with a bold red cross on the top.
"It's nothing." Parker immediately pushed the box further down his bag, but Delilah put a hand on his arm.
"Parker."
Parker bit his lip, and then turned around.
"Why do you have a first-aid kit in your bag?"
Parker sighed. "You know why Delilah." He ran a hand through his hair. "I can't see you come into the bus with any sort of injury and this is just as a precaution. This way I can immediately treat your wound."
Delilah found herself pitying the very person that she was.
What had she ever done to find herself stuck in this rut-like situation?
(she remembered the times when her mom would buy her a new set of crayons, or tuck her into bed with a soft kiss, or read her a book in the afternoons)
How she missed those times.
"Delilah? Look I'm sorry - " Parker stretched his hand out to hold hers. " - I don't want you getting hurt again, I just can't see you - "
"It's not your fault," she softly said with a slight shake of her head. She stroked his hand, creating small swirly patterns on it. "It's just - I don't think I can ever be free from this."
"One day it will all end Delilah," Parker gently said, throwing an arm around her to pull her in closer. "One day."
Delilah could not wait for the dawn of that day.
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a/n
literal foreshadowing every fucking where.
also, guys. wattpad is being such a twat. I'm hating these glitches with a vengeance. ugh.
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