Twentieth of August
228 days until the fifth of April
Delia stares at the girl in front of her, not knowing how she should feel about the words that had escaped Camilla's mouth. Delia keeps a straight face and doesn't reply to the comment, in hopes that she would get the message.
She didn't want to see them, it was too soon. The wound is still fresh and Delia needed to compose herself and build up some courage and strength before she could see them. More importantly, him.
Camilla finally caught onto the message and let the conversation disappear into the past. She felt guilty for pushing it onto her, but she knew that the boys were incredible guys and that Delia would love them. She didn't understand why Delia was so defensive, why she always turned down the offer within milliseconds.
Delia could see that the brown haired girl was trying to figure out why she always declined. Her hands run through her hair in stress, trying to figure out how to make Camilla stop thinking about the matter.
"Remember Camilla, I'll tell you soon. Just not now, okay? There's too much on my plate and I need to process everything that is happening." Delia reminds Camilla, hoping that she will forget about the scene that had just played out. Delia dared not to look at her in the eyes, so her fingers were playing with the mug in order to not make eye contact with Camilla.
Camilla nodded her head and took a sip from her mug, but she still doesn't understand. What does she mean that there is too much on her plate? But Camilla knows that she needs to build her trust with her before Delia will spill.
Sitting in silence for a short period of time, the girls had finished their cup of coffee and they eventually had to spark a conversation between each other sooner or later. Delia felt guilt build up inside her, knowing that Camilla was a nice person and that she could trust her.
Why not just tell her now?
Delia's mind wonders off to the possible outcomes that can erupt. She could think she was crazy and never talk to her again. Or maybe Camilla will help her get through this time in her life and help her stay out of trouble.
Whilst Delia was thinking this, Camilla could see the concentration on her face. What is she hiding? It must be something really important.
"Can I trust you?" Delia slowly raises her head and her eyes wonder off the mug, to find Camilla's brown eyes looking into hers.
"Of course you can. But if your not ready, don't tell me. I don't want to push you" Camilla replies honestly. Now Camilla was the one feeling the guilt that was erupting inside of her. She feels like she forced Delia into telling her the truth.
"I can't say anything here, come with me back to my place" Delia places the mug on the table and stands up from her chair, Camilla following the same actions. They instantly make their way out of the cafe and Delia guides them to her apartment building.
Did Delia make the right decision? She felt stupid for falling into the trap of confessing what had happened. But she couldn't hold back and she needed to let it out. A weight would finally be lifted off her shoulders and she will hopefully be at peace. She swore she would never tell anyone, but that rule was already broken when she told Simon. So it won't hurt to break the same rule again.
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