Delilah let Rich lead her from the room. It was a good idea getting away from everyone else. She had already been feeling like she didn't belong before Rich showed up. She wasn't prepared for the evening as it was let alone talking Rich.
She followed behind mindlessly while her thoughts ran wild. She didn't understand why seeing him here was causing such a tightness in her chest, just that it wasn't suppose to be this way. Everything was suddenly complicated, or maybe it had always been that way and she just ignored it. Either way, it wasn't fair that she was leading him on like she was when she didn't even know what she wanted anymore. "Rich," she said it so quietly, Delilah wasn't certain he heard her, but the fact that she shopped following and let her hand fall from his would grab his attention if he didn't.
All she wanted to do was get back to dueling. Forget that she had ever been sick. Forget that Scott had died, that she cheated on him. That she technically cheated on Rich. Perhaps if she just went back to work with no distractions, she wouldn't feel so crazed. Maybe the guilt would ebb. "I don't think I can do this."
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