DELPHINE
Delphine made herself smaller, in the corner of the couch, staring at the slowly dying fire. She didn't know what to do or say, so instead, she sat in silence.
Did she leave him, because he wouldn't control her?
Did she stay because she thought she loved him?
She wiped at her face, and slowly stood up. As soon as she stood up, she looked like she regretted the decision to stand. After a moment of looking at him, she disappeared into their shared room.
He'd hear her moving things, hear footsteps, and the door to the second bedroom open. Minutes passed, as she carefully moved her things from his room, into her old room.
And after taking a second to rest against the wall of his bedroom and cry, she exited the bedrooms. "I..." She moved to settle next to his chair, seated on the floor by his legs. "...want a redo. I want to start over." Her voice was quiet, hoarse. She didn't touch him, even though she was close enough to rest her head in his lap.
"I think, uhm, we need to start over. I... I came here because I had nowhere else to go after my kids..." She spoke quietly, the time spent moving her things had doubled as a time to form her thoughts. "And we got together while you were grieving, and I was grieving and..."
Probably the most reasonable thing she'd ever said: "I think that I should stay in Zeke's room, again, until I find somewhere else to stay. If... If we're going to try, I don't think we should live together anymore."
She sniffled, turning red-rimmed hazel eyes upwards as she held out a hand. "Maybe... you'll let me take you on a date sometime this week?"
Did she leave him, because he wouldn't control her?
Did she stay because she thought she loved him?
She wiped at her face, and slowly stood up. As soon as she stood up, she looked like she regretted the decision to stand. After a moment of looking at him, she disappeared into their shared room.
He'd hear her moving things, hear footsteps, and the door to the second bedroom open. Minutes passed, as she carefully moved her things from his room, into her old room.
And after taking a second to rest against the wall of his bedroom and cry, she exited the bedrooms. "I..." She moved to settle next to his chair, seated on the floor by his legs. "...want a redo. I want to start over." Her voice was quiet, hoarse. She didn't touch him, even though she was close enough to rest her head in his lap.
"I think, uhm, we need to start over. I... I came here because I had nowhere else to go after my kids..." She spoke quietly, the time spent moving her things had doubled as a time to form her thoughts. "And we got together while you were grieving, and I was grieving and..."
Probably the most reasonable thing she'd ever said: "I think that I should stay in Zeke's room, again, until I find somewhere else to stay. If... If we're going to try, I don't think we should live together anymore."
She sniffled, turning red-rimmed hazel eyes upwards as she held out a hand. "Maybe... you'll let me take you on a date sometime this week?"
Then my fragile flower turned into a ball of grey,
So I took a break and made a wish and blew them all away.
