She's so pretty when she's angry at me.
If I wasn't so concentrated on ignoring the sting of pain in my shoulder, I'd be coming up with a way to keep her that way. I can't stand it when she looks at me with pity or concern, I don't want her to worry.
I want to keep her being bossy.
I admire the way she acts and how relaxed she is in her element. Her job, her city, her small greenhouse. Even as I watched her eat the soup silently, I studied her and all I missed these four years.
"I'm going to get a wheelchair." She rolls her eyes and takes a step in the direction of the hospital but I don't miss the way she fights a smile.
I sit down on a cold bench and pull out my phone to text the boys an update. Both Darius and Shawn have been on my ass since the flight home trying to convince me to use this time to talk to Delilah.
If I remember correctly, Darius said exactly: "Get your shit together and fix things."
Coming home I knew I'd run into Delilah. I knew that we'd see each other more than we had all these years, and I knew it'd be awkward. She's made it clear since the moment I saw her again that what we had, is over.
It may be completely over for her but for me I still held onto the small memories of the past and the what ifs like it was a lifeline.
"Alright, sit down." Her crisp voice pulls me from my thoughts and I look up at her stern face.
She means all business and I can't help but smile at her fierceness. She always did have a fire in her, always so strong and independent even when she didn't have to be. Like now, she doesn't have to be here doing this for me on her break. She doesn't have to pretend like this isn't awkward for the both of us, but she does anyway.
"Yes ma'am." She blushes at the ma'am.
I stand and then slowly turn my back to her, sliding down into the wheelchair while being careful not to hit my elbow or move my arm.
After surgery, I was bedridden for three days, and not allowed to move at all. It was the worst three days of my life. For the last ten years of my life, all I've done is move, go, and work. Sitting still in one place for long periods was never in my cards.
"Don't call me that." She clicks the brakes free and pushes forward.
"Fuck," she grunts at the weight of me. "I forgot how big you were." I can tell she meant for those words to be a whisper but I caught them and turned to face her.
"Don't. Even. Say. It." Her face is completely flushed now and I save her the embarrassment of a lame "that's what she said" joke and enjoy the ride through the bright white hospital that will be my living hell for the next three months.
"How's your dad holding up?" She asks.
"He's fine. He's at work." Normally I would hate the idea of talking about my dad, but I know she means well. She knew my parents before they fell apart, she knew their dynamic and the man my dad used to be.
"Is he the one driving you to these visits?" She pushes the elevator button and we wait for it to come. "Or is Marie doing it?"
"He drove me today, but I'll uber the rest of them." She steps beside me and looks down at me.
"You're going to uber? Here? To your appointment... with a recovering shoulder?" Disbelief coats every word and I see the confusion on her face and scrunched eyebrows.
"Yep." I look away.
"Why? He can't?" We make it into the elevator.
"No, he can. I'd rather run a mile naked in the middle of town than have him drive me Del." Just the drive over here had me questioning every decision in life.
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Romance"Forever was a simple promise before it became a difficult task" Your first love is always the hardest to let go of, which is why Delilah and Mason had promised each other that after college they'd make it work. Unfortunately for them both, their fo...
