A Delmarno's Lover

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚
𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲

Some punctuality may be wrong in this story, please excuse that.
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂,
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿.

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚

A Funeral. The last day of pity. From the death to the funeral everyone would crowd you, show affection, offer condolence but the next morning... forgotten. Life goes on. Everyone around you goes back to their normal lives and you are left drowning in your loss. That's how Molly felt. She was about to drown, she was sat in front of her vanity mirror, black dress on, braiding her jet black hair into a crown updo. As her fingers moved along the braid she remembers the feeling of Tammy's hands doing the same. Tammy had been her mother since she was 10 years old. Adoptive, of course. Molly's real parents were drug addicts, they left her at the hospital after birth. Her real mother just ran out the door, never to be seen again, leaving Molly in an incubator surrounded by other premature babies.

'A dark past builds a brighter future' Tammy had told her this on her 16th birthday. And now, just before her 20th Tammy's future... was gone. Molly had to accept that, she added the black roses Olivia had ordered to her hair and one to the right shoulder strap of her dress, slipped on her heels and stood. Ready. Ready? Could she ever really be ready to say goodbye to her only mother figure? She had to be. Today was about acceptance and goodbyes.

"Molly." Kelly sighed as she entered the room.
Instantly, she came to her side and looked at her in the mirror. "The car is here, love, it's time." She continued. Kelly pulled Molly into a hug before pulling back and fiddling with the roses, attempting to make them neater somehow. She rubbed Molly's arms and smiled, "come on love."

The burial was beautiful, a perfect aesthetic black. Molly was the last to arrive, she stepped out of the funeral car and all eyes were on her. She walked down the path, the coffin carried behind her and stood next to the grave. Gavin, Tammy's co-worker and best friend, had written her eulogy, Molly refused. It was too much for her.

'Here lies a mother and friend...'
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Across town, Ragley Rehabilitation Centre was letting out a patient, a mysterious man with dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
"I'm out." He laughs as the black limousine pulls up on the curb. He spreads his arms out and laughs as the window rolls down. "Hey Marve," he chuckled at the driver. "Welcome back, sir." The driver nods. The passenger window rolled down and a hand extended holding an unlit cigarette. "Father!" Yells the man as he takes the cigarette and lights it. "How's the streets?" He asked in a mocking tone. "Down." His father grunted. "I'm back now, pops, I'll get it back together." He assured his father as he opened the door to climb in. The windows rolled back up and their journey began. "But was this really necessary? I mean what a punishment!" He bellowed bursting into laughter as he finished his sentence. "Settle down son, we have work to do."