6-Delilah-
"Delilah, you must understand that you need friends. You arrived a few days ago and know no one beyond the confines of this mansion." Ciel said, walking into his office. He had been following her through the halls and trying to have a discussion with her, but to no avail.
"I didn't have any friends in school," she countered, "If I didn't need any then, I definitely don't need any now." The woman sighed. Her father didn't seem to understand that she enjoyed solitude. It gave her space to think about the wonders of the universe.
Her father stared at her in disbelief.
"Stubborn girl, you are like your mother, yet at the same time, nothing like her. It boggles my mind."
"Why? Is it because I have your social skills?" Delilah smirked at him.
She laughed as he replied curtly, "Just go to the gathering tomorrow. It won't be as boring as you assume. Believe it or not, I'm sure you will be more fond of gaining friends than you think."
He kissed her cheek and sat down behind his desk.
She turned and walked out of the room, rolling her eyes. Couldn't her father understand that she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible? She had just arrived home, but she felt as if she were being sent away again. Her father kept her at arms length, no matter how much he said he loved her. Not only that, but her mother was away on vacation, and the date of her return was completely uncertain.
Delilah sighed heavily as she stepped outside. She paced around the garden, looking at the white roses.
Father's favorite, she thought.
She gazed at a bush of them, contemplating their beauty. They reminded her of her father. Behind his strong exterior sat a tormented soul, but it was a kind and loving one nonetheless. Many times she would gaze into his visible eye and see a shattered heart. She had wanted to ask him what was wrong, but she kept her thoughts to herself, not wanting to worsen his depression.
The woman hadn't noticed the tears that had filled her eyes or the fact that night had begun to fall. She stood in silence beneath the darkening sky and prayed.
She prayed for peace for her father's soul. She prayed that the veil which he had established between them would collapse. Oh how she had wanted to help her father bear his burden, so he would no longer bear the weight of it on his own.
-Ciel-
"Sebastian, where's Delilah?" Ciel suddenly asked after checking his pocket watch.
Sebastian, who had been organizing papers at the other side of the office replied, "She is outside in the garden, my lord." He didn't look up from his work. All he had to do wait for the order.
"Please bring her inside. Night has fallen and she might catch her death out there." Ciel said. He was definitely worried. Obeying his orders, Sebastian departed, leaving Ciel alone to his thoughts.
He thought of his daughter, who he had pushed away. All she wanted was to spend time with him, but that was exactly what he didn't want her to do. He didn't want her speaking with his kind, half-demon or not. He had proposed to tell her about her true identity, worried that she would conform to the mold behind her name.
The man closed his eyes, sighing heavily.
"I promise things will change, my darling," he whispered as salty tears accumulated in his eyes. "I promise you, just give me time." He looked down at the papers on his desk, which had been splotched with tears. Taking a deep breath, he wiped away the remaining droplets forming in his eyes and stood up.
"It will take time, but things will change."
-Sebastian-
After stepping outside, he took a deep breath. He scanned the garden for any sign of Delilah. After a few seconds, he saw her seated on a bench in front of a bush of white roses. Sebastian watched her silently. Indeed, she was pretty. She actually looked a lot like her father. Her dark blue eyes seemed to shine like the stars above them.
Delilah's eyes seemed to be fixated on something. Clenched in her hand was a black rosary. To Sebastian, it was the most repulsive sight, but he was compelled to call her inside. Pacing towards her, he placed a gloved hand on her shoulder.
"Madame, it is past ten o'clock. Your father requests that you go inside."
She looked up and gazed at him, her eyes glistening, the same glistening he had seen years before when she ran through the gardens. He would never forget her childhood, even though she would never remember him.
Thank you for being so patient so I could work on typing up this chapter. As I said, I've been very busy as of late. I hope you enjoyed it and let me know what you thought about it! P.S. I will probably keep the cover the same as it is now until I finish the story.
P.P.S. I wanted to let you know that I will update as soon as possible! Hopefully sometime this weekend?
