Hey There Delilah

Hey There Delilah

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Delilah was like the mixed version of snow white. Kind, beautiful, amazing voice. Her curly light brown, with a hint of gold, hair, was always in her face. She would hide behind it pretending it was her armor, where no one could get her and where she was always safe. She was a petite person, with all her curves in the right places. She had dark brown freckles all over her face that would just make her even more irresistible. Her baby blue eyes were soft and just one look at them, would make you fall in love with her instantly. She had no friends but she fit in just fine. She was the popular girl, just not in the way you would think. For a shy and quiet person she was everywhere. She was the head of yearbook and art club. She took band and was a tutor. She was also the neighbor hood babysitter. But this story isn't about her. It's about how I envied her. It's about how I killed her.
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Blair Collins is a spunky 19-year-old who desires to follow her wildest dreams and live life to the fullest, alongside her best friend, Delaney. After deciding to leave her town in Ohio for big-city Chicago, she expects to continue her normal life that consists of partying, influencing and modeling, and one-night stands--that is until she meets hot-shot club owner, Niall Horan. Turns out Ohio wouldn't be the only thing that would be bad for her. ------------ "No!" she shouts. "Just stop. You want to know why I'm so upset? I'm upset because I care about you so fucking much, Niall. I don't want to. Honestly, it would've been easier if you were dead, because then there would be no possible way for me to keep coming back to you. But you aren't, and I don't want you to be. That's why I'm mad. I'm upset and angry because I could've easily lost you, and I'm not ready for that. I don't think I ever will be, and it fucking terrifies me, because I know one day I will. One day you'll be gone forever." Multiple tears stream down her face as her voice cracks. She tries to compose herself by pacing her breaths and remaining silent. Unsure about what to do, I rush up to her and pull her into my chest. "I'm right here. I didn't mean for you to see that. This is exactly what I was scared about," I lowly whisper. "What?" she sniffles as I sigh. "Us caring about each other. I'm dragging you into my treacherous world and I can't. You're too pure, too angelic," I feel myself become overwhelmed by my emotions. "What are you saying," she pulls away from me. "No," she shakes her head as I feel my heart slowly breaking. "Blair, I don't know if I can be in your life anymore." "You don't get to make this decision for me," she hisses at me. "It's my life and I get to do whatever I want." This hurts so fucking bad and I have no idea why. ------ MOST IMPRESSIVE RANKING - #10 IN LITERATURE 6/26/21. THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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