DELPHINE
Delphine frowned, moving toward him. She'd wring her hands, before she stopped short, and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I... Are you sure?" She couldn't help but feel like she needed to bake, or make supper, do something with her hands.
Instead of waiting for his answer, the woman disappeared into the kitchen with her bags, most of which held cooking supplies. She placed down a few bowls for mixing, and set to work mixing. It was something to focus on, other than this relationship.
She felt like it was crumbling into pieces, and it was her fault.
Instead of waiting for his answer, the woman disappeared into the kitchen with her bags, most of which held cooking supplies. She placed down a few bowls for mixing, and set to work mixing. It was something to focus on, other than this relationship.
She felt like it was crumbling into pieces, and it was her fault.
Then my fragile flower turned into a ball of grey,
So I took a break and made a wish and blew them all away.
