wasn’t welcome back if I changed my mind.”
Melissa whistled. “Well, that’s a bit harsh. But maybe it’s a good thing. You don’t want to come back. It’s all about moving forward.”
“Thanks, Mel. Good look with your interview, and come over later this week for that pizza.”
“I will!”
Leaving Betsy’s was the strangest feeling that Delilah had ever experienced. The further away she walked, the more real it started to feel. The music from the place became softer and softer, and when she turned around, she could barely make out the bright lights, other than a distant blur.
It was still early, and she messaged James to tell him that it was done. She figured that no matter what happened from there on out, she was still glad that this part of her life was over. James replied immediately to say that he was sorting things out and that he’d pick her up for lunch tomorrow.
She had assumed that they would be going on a dinner date, and there was something soothing about the fact that it was just lunch. It made it easier to deal with.
With the rest of the evening still ahead of her, Delilah wasn’t sure what to do with herself. She had no friends to call because they were all at Betsy’s, and the only person she really wanted to see was Melissa anyway.
So when she got home, she poured herself a deep bubble bath and climbed in with a glass of wine. She let the bubbles form around her and she closed her eyes. She hadn’t felt that relaxed in a long time.
That night, she slept soundly. When she woke up, she did an hour-long yoga session by herself in her living room. It was a practice she used to do every day but had gotten out of lately. She had forgotten just how good it felt to stretch her body.
She used to be so good at some of the poses that she even considered one day becoming a yoga teacher. But today, she was surprised by how little she could do and how stiff her body had become.
She made a mental note to start doing these classes daily. After that, she showered, had breakfast, and went for a walk. She passed the local café, ordered a coffee to go, and spent the next few hours idling around the area.
There was so much to think about – would she be going to college soon? Would she have enough time for a part-time job? Would she have enough money to get herself through college? Did she still have the same determination and drive to become a novelist?
Did she still have novel ideas in her mind, or had she shoved them too far back? Those were just the questions relating to her work and study situation. Then there were still the questions regarding James – of which there were too many.
She thought through all the questions methodically, and then she tried to clear her mind as she walked back home. By the time she got home, she only had an hour until lunchtime, and she was feeling better.
She put on a pair of jeans, a nice shirt, and a pair of sneakers and pulled her hair up into a high ponytail. It was a simple look, but she didn’t want to look like she was trying too hard.
She also knew that her white shirt looked good against her dark skin. It was a little trick she had learned through the girls at Betsy’s – finding clothes that complemented you rather than sticking to trends.
The doorbell rang on time, and when she went to answer it, James stood handsomely in front of her. He’d also chosen jeans and a t-shirt, but he’d added a black leather jacket which made him look immediately rugged and edgy.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
“Uh… thank you.”
“Girls must hate you.”
“Why?”
“Because you make jeans and sneakers look amazing. Wow, nice place.”
“Thank you. This was my parents’ place. The one I couldn’t let go of. It’s nothing special,
Melissa whistled. “Well, that’s a bit harsh. But maybe it’s a good thing. You don’t want to come back. It’s all about moving forward.”
“Thanks, Mel. Good look with your interview, and come over later this week for that pizza.”
“I will!”
Leaving Betsy’s was the strangest feeling that Delilah had ever experienced. The further away she walked, the more real it started to feel. The music from the place became softer and softer, and when she turned around, she could barely make out the bright lights, other than a distant blur.
It was still early, and she messaged James to tell him that it was done. She figured that no matter what happened from there on out, she was still glad that this part of her life was over. James replied immediately to say that he was sorting things out and that he’d pick her up for lunch tomorrow.
She had assumed that they would be going on a dinner date, and there was something soothing about the fact that it was just lunch. It made it easier to deal with.
With the rest of the evening still ahead of her, Delilah wasn’t sure what to do with herself. She had no friends to call because they were all at Betsy’s, and the only person she really wanted to see was Melissa anyway.
So when she got home, she poured herself a deep bubble bath and climbed in with a glass of wine. She let the bubbles form around her and she closed her eyes. She hadn’t felt that relaxed in a long time.
That night, she slept soundly. When she woke up, she did an hour-long yoga session by herself in her living room. It was a practice she used to do every day but had gotten out of lately. She had forgotten just how good it felt to stretch her body.
She used to be so good at some of the poses that she even considered one day becoming a yoga teacher. But today, she was surprised by how little she could do and how stiff her body had become.
She made a mental note to start doing these classes daily. After that, she showered, had breakfast, and went for a walk. She passed the local café, ordered a coffee to go, and spent the next few hours idling around the area.
There was so much to think about – would she be going to college soon? Would she have enough time for a part-time job? Would she have enough money to get herself through college? Did she still have the same determination and drive to become a novelist?
Did she still have novel ideas in her mind, or had she shoved them too far back? Those were just the questions relating to her work and study situation. Then there were still the questions regarding James – of which there were too many.
She thought through all the questions methodically, and then she tried to clear her mind as she walked back home. By the time she got home, she only had an hour until lunchtime, and she was feeling better.
She put on a pair of jeans, a nice shirt, and a pair of sneakers and pulled her hair up into a high ponytail. It was a simple look, but she didn’t want to look like she was trying too hard.
She also knew that her white shirt looked good against her dark skin. It was a little trick she had learned through the girls at Betsy’s – finding clothes that complemented you rather than sticking to trends.
The doorbell rang on time, and when she went to answer it, James stood handsomely in front of her. He’d also chosen jeans and a t-shirt, but he’d added a black leather jacket which made him look immediately rugged and edgy.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
“Uh… thank you.”
“Girls must hate you.”
“Why?”
“Because you make jeans and sneakers look amazing. Wow, nice place.”
“Thank you. This was my parents’ place. The one I couldn’t let go of. It’s nothing special,
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