Delphine
"Didn't understand any of it," she stated, with a shrug. "Here." She held the bottle out, "Perhaps I should've brought food, instead." She mused, moving to draw the bottle of alcohol back to her chest. Noah would probably panic if she brought it home.
"If you're looking for my knife, it's on my left hip." She made no move to retrieve the knife herself, mainly because the look in his eyes as his gaze roamed over her made her think that'd be a bad idea. "Will you eat, if I pay?" She raised an eyebrow, "And let me clean? Smells like you're living in filth. That just makes it worse, you know." Her words are firmly spoken, in a quiet tone.
"Things that help," she began, as if speaking from a book she had read, "Clean body, clean room, good food, sleep." Her tone was monotone, as she relayed the memory of a book on grief, something someone had bought her when she was a girl, and her parents had died.
Presumed dead, she had to add, silently, to herself. "But there are other... less conventional ways too. But you have to eat before I show you those."
"If you're looking for my knife, it's on my left hip." She made no move to retrieve the knife herself, mainly because the look in his eyes as his gaze roamed over her made her think that'd be a bad idea. "Will you eat, if I pay?" She raised an eyebrow, "And let me clean? Smells like you're living in filth. That just makes it worse, you know." Her words are firmly spoken, in a quiet tone.
"Things that help," she began, as if speaking from a book she had read, "Clean body, clean room, good food, sleep." Her tone was monotone, as she relayed the memory of a book on grief, something someone had bought her when she was a girl, and her parents had died.
Presumed dead, she had to add, silently, to herself. "But there are other... less conventional ways too. But you have to eat before I show you those."
How can I begin again?
How can I try to love someone new,
someone who isn’t you?
How can I try to love someone new,
someone who isn’t you?
