Delilah finished putting up the ornaments and looked around the living room. It looked so cozy to her. She was used to it always being stuck up and boring, but with the tree in there, the smell of the pine made her feel so happy. Her eyes scanned the floor swiftly looking for anything that was out of place. But instead of it looking like a regular floor or the way the human eye would see it, everything to her eyes looked like a math problem. It all looked like graphs and numbers. She was scanning intensely.
She turned her attention to the couch where 17 was sitting before and noticed the mistletoe that was on the floor next to it. She walked over slowly and looked around before bending down and grabbing the mistletoe in her hands. The piece dangled gently and she studied it carefully. There was something that she knew about it but she couldn't place what it was. Like she had a memory, but it was erased.
"What're you doing with that?" 17's voice made her jump as she was concentrating on the piece. She put it behind her back and turned to face him.
"None of your business," she replied. She blushed hard and tried to keep her cool. "I thought you were asleep."
"There's a hole in my roof and the snow's leakin' in," he replied. Delilah studied his body movements and saw that he had changed from his usual clothing and he was now wearing a white muscle shirt and old faded jeans. His black jet black hair looked dull and it was all over the place, not straight down to his shoulders like it usually was. The blue in his eyes was also off. They looked so pale. "I'm gonna go up there and fix it real quick. Where's 18?"
"She had to run and see Krillen about something," Delilah replied. "17, are you sure your feeling alright?"
"What do you mean by that?" he asked. He sniffed and wiped his nose with his arm. "I'm as fine as I've ever been, okay?"
"Fine, forgive me for asking, damn."
They were both quiet and looking away from each other. 17 coughed and it caught her attention. Delilah looked at him and gave him a pathetic look. She could tell he was getting sicker and sicker. She turned her back to him and walked over to the closet, grabbing a big winter coat. She threw it at 17 and walked passed him.
"Wear this at least if your gonna be killin' yourself today," she muttered walking past him. He looked down at the coat and smiled. He started to feel a warm feeling in his chest and it bubbled over making him blush and his face turn the brightest shade of red. Knowing that she cared was the best feeling he had, but he wouldn't let her see couldn't let anyone ever know.
He put the coat on and left it unzipped as he walked out the front door. Delilah stood on the other side of the wall that she disappeared behind when she had walked passed him and slumped onto the floor. She let out a big sigh and held the mistletoe in her hands tightly.
"You can't let him get away from you again," she told herself. She bit her lips and closed her eyes tight.
"No," she whispered. "Never again."