Sorry for the looooong wait but here it is. I've been feeling a little uninspired lately but I'm working through it. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 4
Sarah told me she wasn't free until the afternoon but that I should go hangout with her at work anyway because it was turning out to be a pretty slow day. When I'm nearly there I can see Sarah cleaning some tables up outside. She looks up when she hears the wheels of my board and she nods her head at me in acknowledgement. I wave at her in return, maybe a little too vigorously because I lose my balance and tumble off my board. I stagger for a few steps and don't hit the ground too hard, just a couple scrapes on the palms of my hands.
I turn to look for my board and see it rolling down the path. Sarah stops it with her foot when it reaches her and she just shakes her head at me. I can almost bet that she waved because she knows my co-ordination isn't the best and that I would most definitely fall off if I waved back.
"You do realise that this board will be the end of you one day, right?" she remarks. "And when I say 'one day' I mean 'one day soon'."
I roll my eyes and nod my head. Sarah frequently reminds me of my imminent death due to my awful board skills. I blame her though, she's the one who got me into it in the first place, she just happened to be infinitely better at it than me.
"I know, I know," I respond in exasperation. "I promise you write 'Sarah told me this would happen' on my gravestone."
"As long as we're clear on that," she jokes.
Sarah picks up her cloth and hands me my board before we head inside.
"So why were you so desperate for me to be free today?" she asks as she walks behind the counter.
"Ugh, I didn't want to hang around the house today with Cyrus and Delphine."
"She's the girlfriend you mentioned before, right?" Sarah asks to clarify.
"She is," I confirm. I hadn't told Sarah too much about Delphine even though she's my best friend. It was a complicated situation and I knew that Sarah would quickly see right through me and know that I liked her if I told her too much. Then again, maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing.
"Why don't you wanna hang out with them?" Do you two not get along or something?" Sarah asks absently.
"No, we get along really well actually, it's just weird hanging out with them because they're a couple," I lie.
"That's not much of an excuse, you hang out with me and Cal all the time, even when it's just the three of us," Sarah points out.
"That's totally different, Cal was my friend before you two started dating. I only know Delphine as Cy's girlfriend. It just feels like a weird place to start is all."
"Whatever, I know you're not telling me the whole story but I'm not gonna pry. I know you won't be able to keep it bottled up for long," she says with a shrug before going to deal with a customer.
I sit down at an empty table near the counter so that I'll still be able to talk to Sarah when she's not busy. When she's done with the customer she comes over with a white chocolate muffin.
"Here," she says gruffly as she slides the plate towards me. "Just don't tell Mrs S."
"What's this for?" I ask with genuine interest. It's not like Sarah to hand out free food, even to me.
"I know they're your favourite," she says as she drops herself into the seat across from me and glances around the café to make sure that none of the patrons need anything.
"I know you know they're my favourite," I say with a laugh as I eye her curiously. "Now what's it really for?"
"I just think that whatever is eating away at you calls for a free chocolate muffin, alright?" she mutters without looking me in the eye.
"It's sweet that you care about what's eating away at me," I tease before taking a bite.
"Oh shove off," she grumbles, punching me in the shoulder.
"Hey! Technically I don't work here right now which means I'm a customer so you can't go around hitting me like that," I say mockingly.
"Technically, you didn't pay for that muffin so I would shut up if I were you," she retorts as she reaches over to tug at my hair. I swing my hair back over my shoulder before she can grab hold of it and I pull a face at her.
"Back to more serious matters," I say lightly, "would you be up for a party tomorrow night?"
"That depends," Sarah states.
"On what?" I sigh, I really just needed her to go with me to this stupid thing, I didn't want to have to drag her there.
"I want some of your weed."
"Sarah," I say dramatically, "I told you I was out like last week!"
"And I know that that's bullshit," she fires back.
I hate that she knows me so well sometimes.
"Fine," I concede. "Now will you come?"
"Can I bring Cal?"
"S, the whole reason I want you to come with me is so that I don't get stuck third-wheeling Cyrus and Delphine, if you bring Cal then I'm just fifth-wheeling and I look twice as bad."
"Ok, fine, no Cal," Sarah relents seeing how distressed I am. "Where is it?"
"I'll text you the details once I get them from Cy but I think it's just a party in his mate's house."
"Great, well I better get back to work, feel free to hang around," she says as she wanders back towards the counter.
"Thanks Sarah," I say happily as I sit back and nibble away at my muffin. Maybe the party won't be so bad after all.
…..
I walk alongside Delphine and Cyrus as we head over to the party. I managed to hang around the café for most of yesterday so when I came home I had dinner and when straight to bed. Delphine slept in her own bed again like the other night didn't even happen. I say that like what happened was some major deal but I just did what any good friend would do but it's all the feelings that are coming along with it, on my side anyway which make what's going on feel wrong.
I glance over at Delphine who is holding onto Cyrus' hand. I roll my eyes and focus on her, trying to see her without the image of my brother right beside her. I need to make sure that this isn't some stupid jealousy crush. I want to make sure that what I'm feeling for Delphine isn't just some juvenile 'I want what I can't have' scenario. Or is it that I see Cy in a relationship which makes me want that for myself and I'm warping it into wanting the girl he is with?
Taking Cyrus out of the equation is difficult but I try to remain objective. I look over at Delphine again and try to notice all of the things about her that would have made me be attracted to her anyway, like I just passed her randomly on the street. For one thing she's taller than me, which I generally like. Another thing is her hair, most girls I've dated have all had gorgeously soft hair. A couple of them even noticed how much I end up finding ways to touch or play with it. I guess I'm just a tactile person.
As we pass under a street lamp I can't help but let my gaze linger on how each lock of her hair seems to be highlighted in a different way. She runs her hand back through her hair, which is something I've noticed she does quite a lot which makes me wonder if she is self conscious about it, maybe it's because she keeps catching me staring at it and is wondering if there is something wrong with it.
"Relax," I tell her, "your hair looks great."
Her hand freezes and she drops it automatically from her head.
"Thanks," she says before smiling softly at me.
I guess I better add that to the list too. I struggle to tear my eyes away from hers but I manage to do it. I could look at her forever when she's smiling at me like that.
"Thank you for letting me borrow your boots," she says tentatively as if I might suddenly change my mind and ask for them back.
I look to her feet, having completely forgotten that I had lent them to her and simply nod.
"No problem, they're a little bit big on me anyway, you can keep them if you'd like," I offer.
"Did you have fun getting all dolled up to go out with a gal pal, Cos?" Cyrus interjects, having been engrossed in his phone and only now paying attention to the conversation.
"What do you mean?" I ask confused.
"You know what I mean, you two, getting ready to go out together, swapping clothes, you've never had that before," he chuckles.
"I have other friends, Cy," I point out.
"Yeah, but you never get ready to go out together, you always meet them there," he explains.
"I don't even know what you mean by 'getting ready to go out', I am literally wearing my normal clothes," I say gesturing down to my aztec print tank top and loose, high-waisted pants. "Did you have fun 'getting ready to go out'?"
Cyrus looks down at his shirt and pants before looking back at me.
"You got me there, Cos, I'm soooooo dressed up," he laughs, looking at Delphine to join in with him but she turns her gaze to the ground as if walking in a straight line suddenly became very difficult.
Normally I would just take Cy's stupid jokes for what they are: stupid jokes. But for some reason I dislike the way he is making me feel for maybe putting a little more effort into my appearance than I usually would. It's the same effort I would put in for any party, maybe it's that he is making me feel childish in front of Delphine. Or maybe it's that he is making it sound like Delphine is my sister, dolling each other up to go out when we literally didn't even get dressed in the same room. I just leant her a pair of boots for christ's sake!
"Actually, I think I did get you there, Cy, mister epitome of 'I spent an hour making my hair look just the right amount of dishevelled for you to think that it's always like this'," I say scathingly.
Delphine tries to suppress a giggle as Cyrus reaches his hand up to his head as if to personally defend his locks.
"And while we're at it, I know for a fact that you ironed that shirt, since when do you even know how to work an iron, Cy? And those pants? I know they look like the ones you had on earlier but they're different because I found the ones from earlier in the laundry basket before we left. And are you seriously trying to tell me that that cologne wafting off of you is just your natural scent? I didn't know that our showers rained David Beckham's Homme Eau de Toilette."
I stop my rant and try to control my breathing, purposefully looking anywhere but at Cy and Delphine. I know from the fact that he hasn't launched into a retaliation that he is genuinely shocked at my verbal beat down.
Cyrus starts to gape and I can hear him breathlessly try to muster any kind of comeback or defence.
"You don't have to say anything," Delphine tells him, "that was a little harsh Cosima, don't you think?"
I jerk back in surprise and hurt. I had been expecting Cyrus to say any number of things back to me and I know that I would have been able to take it but having Delphine use that reproachful tone with me was devastating and I genuinely felt ashamed.
Cyrus' phone buzzes, saving us all from the awkward moment. He stops walking in order to check out whatever the notification is and Delphine and I go ahead of him.
I don't know what to say to her but I want to fix whatever it is I just broke to make her snap at me like that.
"Look Delphine, I know I came across really terribly back there and I can't explain why I got so mad but he's my brother, we rib each other about stuff like this all the time. I guess I just took it to heart this time."
"Cosima, it's ok," she replies shaking her head. "I mean, yes you were both being childish but that's what brothers and sisters do. I just felt like I had to defend him, that's what I'm supposed to do right?"
Delphine looks over at me, eyes full of questions. Is she seriously asking me if I think she should defend her own boyfriend?
"I guess."
Delphine drops her head in defeat and sighs.
"I don't know why I find it so difficult to be a girlfriend," she admits. "I have been in relationships before but something about this one is tiring me out. I don't know the right things to say, I don't…ugh it doesn't matter."
"I know that every relationship has its ups and downs but when it comes to the loving part, if that's what you're talking about, and I'm not saying it is, that bit shouldn't be what's difficult."
I can hear the beat of the music from the party as we approach the house. We stop at the end of the drive and Delphine looks at me and I can tell by her furrowed brow and the way she hesitantly parts her lips that she is going to say something that she can't take back.
"My friend Sarah is waiting for me inside," I quickly declare, "I better go in and meet her, you should wait for Cyrus and then head inside."
Delphine purses her lips and nods as I scramble my way up to the front door.
….
It's been an hour or so, maybe longer, since I left Delphine outside. I had quickly managed to integrate myself into a group of people I knew from school. We were tucked away in a corner of a spacious living room, hidden by the mass of bodies that were using the space in front of us as the dance floor. I felt confident that Delphine wouldn't just stumble across my path.
What was bothering me though was the radio silence I was receiving from Sarah. She promised she'd be here by midnight at the latest and there is still no sign of her. I let out a long sigh as I shoot off another text to her.
"What's up, Cosima?" a girl from my biology class that I had been chatting to asks.
"Nothing," I reply hastily, pocketing my phone. "I just need a refill is all," I say as way of an explanation and an excuse to finally leave my hiding place.
I dodge my way through the crowd on the makeshift dance floor. My mind can't help but wonder if Delphine is enjoying herself as I make my way to the kitchen. Is Cyrus paying enough attention to her? Is she dancing? Is she a good dancer? What would it be like to dance with her?
I shake those thoughts away as I skirt around the kitchen table where there seems to be some drinking/card game in full swing. Just as I get to the fridge I look over my shoulder and see Delphine in the doorway, her eyes are scanning the faces in the room. I open the fridge door to conceal me and wait, hoping that she will move on.
She knows that she's been discovered when she can feel her presence by her elbow.
"Cosima."
I close the door over and pretend to be surprised to see her standing there.
"Delphine! Where've you been? I bumped into some friends and got chatting, I was just about to come looking for you."
"You are a terrible liar," Delphine states as she crosses her arms.
I look at her guiltily hoping that she won't ask for any sort of explanation because I honestly don't know what I would tell her.
"Cosima, I…" she attempts to shout over the increasingly loud music. I cut her off with a shake of the head. I grab two beers from the fridge and indicate for her to follow me. I hold open the back door for Delphine and she walks out ahead of me. I was expecting her to stay and sit on the porch but she wanders off down the garden and I guess I have no choice but to follow her.
"Here," I call out, holding the beer towards her once I judge that we've walked far away enough from the house.
"Thanks," Delphine says with a sigh before taking a large gulp.
"So…what's up?" I ask, sitting down on the slightly spiky grass.
"I can't find Cyrus," she says as she slumps to the ground.
"And finding me and heading away from the house helps you to find him how?" I ask incredulously.
"Maybe I got tired of looking for him," she says before taking another long sip.
I give into my curiosity and mimic her in taking a long sip to steel myself.
"So why exactly would you not want to find him?" I ask, tilting my head and leaning back on my palms.
Delphine looks at me and bites her bottom lip. She worries it between her teeth as she debates what to say.
"When Cyrus came back after checking his phone he looked concerned about whatever it was so I asked him about it. He told me not to worry so I let it go."
"So, what's the big deal then?"
"Shortly after coming inside he said he needed to sort something out and he just took off. He didn't tell me where he was going or what he was doing! I don't know if he just stepped out to make a call or if he's actually left!"
I can see Delphine is working herself up more and more with every word so I put my hand on her forearm and give her a gentle squeeze.
"Hey, look at me," I order her with a tug on her sleeve.
She takes a deep breath and looks down at where my fingers are toying with the cuff of her blouse.
"I'm here," I assure her, "now why don't you tell me why you don't want to look for him anymore?"
"Even if he were here," Delphine starts slowly, "he would probably just be hanging out with his friends like he usually does. I'm realising more and more that we have less and less in common. So, why should I waste my time during the first decent party he's brought me to searching for him, when I'm pretty sure that I would have more fun with you?"
And there it was the statement that I did and didn't want to hear. Why? Because it confirms everything that I've been thinking myself, that she and I get along better than she does with Cyrus. But on the downside it was also completely vague and could mean next to anything. Yes, Delphine thinks that we have chemistry, but what kind? I can only assume that she is referring to our amazing friendship chemistry which it seems surpasses the level of romantic chemistry that she has with Cyrus.
"What do you think I should do, Cosima?" Delphine asks pleadingly.
"I think that you've spent enough time looking for my brother tonight. He's an idiot for bailing on you but he can look after himself. You and I should make the most of what is left of the night and you can have it out with my pin-head brother tomorrow. How does that sound?"
"That sounds perfect," she agrees, pulling me in for a hug.
I stumble over as she wraps me up in her arms. I lift my chin to rest my head on her shoulder so I don't get smothered.
"So, what now?" Delphine asks as she draws back.
"Dancing!" I suggest excitedly.
"Maybe after a couple more drinks," she says shyly.
"You afraid to show me your moves?!" I tease.
"Definitely," Delphine says through laughter.
"Well then let's go grab another drink." I link my arm through hers and march her up to the house.
…
New drinks in hand, we amble about the house together looking for somewhere to chill out.
Suddenly, Delphine tugs at my elbow stopping me in my tracks. I look up at her and she gestures to the end of the hall where I can see people milling around a ping-pong table.
"Beer-pong?" I question and Delphine nods giddily. "Let's do it!"
Delphine pulls me down the hall and into the room.
"Are they almost done this round?" I ask hopping on my tip-toes, too short to see over the ring of people crowding the table. Delphine lifts her head to inspect it.
"They should be nearly done, that guy is down to one cup."
Sure enough it's only a matter of seconds until they hear people cheering and the guy at our end of the table concedes defeat and drinks his last cup. He then stumbles away looking a little worse for wear.
"Who is next?" the winner calls out. The ring of people step back, all unwilling to go up against them after seeing that they didn't lose a single cup. Delphine however, immediately drags me to the end of the table.
"I thought we were going to play each other, not some random?" I protest.
"We can be a team," Delphine informs me.
"I don't think that's how it works," I point out.
"No, it is ok, I will take on the both of you," says the reigning champion in a confident tone. "I've been playing for two hours straight it's time to make things interesting!"
She shakes out her curly blonde hair that had been hidden beneath a fluffy hood and gets into what appears to be a fighting stance.
"Ok, she looks insane," I whisper to Delphine.
"Don't worry, together we can do this," Delphine says confidently.
I shrug my shoulders and step up to the table. New cups are filled and placed in front of us.
"You two may start."
I pick up the ball and Delphine looks at me in surprise.
"I'm the guest, surely I go first?" she jokes.
I smirk and go to place the ball in her awaiting palm. At the last second I turn and bounce the ball across the table, landing it in a cup in the second row.
"You are so cheeky!" Delphine exclaims as I look over at her smugly and wink.
We watch as our opponent slugs back her drink and bounces the ball back without even looking, landing it in the very first cup.
"Drink up," she says and Delphine and I look at each other. I relent and knock back the contents of the cup.
"My turn," Delphine states, snatching the ball up before I can get my hands on it and trick her again.
I cross my arms and wait expectantly. Delphine too gets the ball into a cup.
"Looks like I have competition," our opponent chuffs.
She lands the ball into one of our cups yet again making it 2-2 and this time Delphine drinks up.
I throw the ball again and miss. I pout a little but I don't know why I expected anything better, I've had a lot to drink and I've never been any good at beer-pong to begin with. I know that I'm not likely to score another point. The first point I got had been a genuine fluke.
We are scored on yet again and I scoff, "Ok, what the hell, who are you?"
"I am Helena," she enunciates clearly with a bow. "Now, drink."
Delphine goes to lift the drink to her mouth but I stop her.
"Let me," I urge.
"Why?" she asks confused.
"Because I have a feeling I'm going to be less than useless in the throwing department so you should make the throws and I'll take the hits."
"Nice strategy, but are you sure?" Delphine asks concerned.
"Positive, I'll tell you if it gets to be too much and you can take a couple."
"Ok," Delphine says with a nod and relinquishes the cup to me.
With our new arrangement in place we are an even match to Helena, who was starting to finally show signs of weakness. Delphine could hardly believe she was still standing if she had been playing for as long as she claimed she was.
We were down to one cup a piece and I'm pretty sure that Helena and I both looked like we could pass out at any moment.
Delphine places her hand on my shoulder, presumably to keep me upright.
"Look if I get this next throw it will all be over."
I push my glasses back up my nose and try to focus my bleary vision on Delphine's pretty face.
"Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, then can we go home?" I beg.
"Of course," Delphine says as she turns back to the table and aims her throw.
"Thank you!" I squeal drunkenly before haggardly leaping forward to place a kiss on her cheek.
Delphine staggers sideways and sends the ball right into the net.
"Oh, whoops, was that my fault?" I mumble.
Delphine struggles to hold me up, I think it's because I'm currently crushing her left arm to her body. She manoeuvres her arm out and under my shoulder to hold me up.
Delphine watches as Helena triumphantly lands the ball into our last cup.
"Did we win?" I murmur into what I think is Delphine's neck, it's hard to tell because of all the wavy hair.
"Sure," Delphine lies as she lifts our last cup and downs it.
"Yaaaay," I half whisper half yawn.
"Ok, time to go home," Delphine tells me as we stagger out of the room, but not before Helena drops to the floor, happy with her win.
…
I wake the next morning to muffled voices coming from outside my bedroom door. I open my eyes and wince at the bright light streaming through the curtains. I'm surprised to find myself tucked into my bed, fresh pyjamas on. I flop over and bury my head in the pillow, nowhere near ready to face the day.
"Aren't you at least going to say sorry?" I hear Cyrus whisper yell from beyond the door.
"Sorry?! Why should I apologise? You're the one who left me in the middle of the party!" Delphine utters indignantly.
"I told you I was going to come back and I couldn't find you anywhere!" Cyrus argues.
"You were gone for hours, I had no idea where you were and Cosima was in no condition to stay any longer."
"All I'm saying is that I was worried," Cyrus grumbles.
"Not worried enough to actually stay," Delphine points out. "Which reminds me, why did you take off last night?"
"Can we not talk about that now?" Cyrus begs.
"You're right we can talk about it later because I need a few more hours sleep since you so rudely woke me up at 7am!"
Before Cyrus has a chance to respond I hear my door open and I turn my face that had been smushed into a pillow just slightly so that I can look up at Delphine.
Her face is hard from anger but softens when she sees that I'm awake.
"I'm so sorry, Cosima, go back to sleep," Delphine says gently as she sits down on the bed beside me and strokes my head.
I roll back over so that I can face her properly.
"I don't think I can, not after that performance."
"At least let me get you some aspirin," Delphine suggests as she goes to get up.
"No need, I've got some here," I dismiss her offer as I reach over to my nightstand and take the pills out of my top drawer.
"You're well prepared," Delphine jokes.
"Always," I say with a wink and wince at the pain that throbs in the front of my head. "Do you need some?"
"No, I think I'm alright, someone kept me from drinking myself to death last night," Delphine says with a coy smile.
"You'll have to introduce me to this amazing person," I joke along. "What was their name?"
"Let's just call her my lady knight in shining armour," Delphine says shyly.
I try to hide my blush by adjusting my position to be more comfortable and settling down under the covers.
"So you don't know what's going on with Cyrus?" I ask to change the subject.
Delphine gets under the covers and lies down beside me, propping her head up with her elbow on the pillow.
"No, I don't have a clue what is wrong with him."
"I don't mind if you want to go and talk to him now, I don't think I can fall back asleep."
"Yeah, I don't think I can either."
"Hey, thanks for taking care of me last night," I say gratefully. "I hope I wasn't too much of a mess."
"You weren't, once we got back here I just helped you find pyjamas and get into bed," Delphine assures me.
"Oh good, thank god I wasn't getting sick or anything," I joke relieved.
"No nothing like that," Delphine says quietly and I notice her blush slightly.
"What is that look for?" I push. "Something happened, please tell me so that we can laugh it off and share in the embarrassment."
Delphine bites her lip as if she is debating whether or not to tell me. She looks up at me and smiles dangerously.
"You're…very flirty when you're drunk," she says in a low voice.
My eyes widen in shock and I imagine all of the ridiculous things I could have said or done to embarrass myself.
"Oh god," I deadpan. "That is cause enough to crawl under these covers and not be able to look at you for a few hours."
And I do exactly that, lifting the covers over my head and shimmying down the mattress. I scrunch my eyes shut and will the embarrassing moment to just be over.
"Cosima. Cosima?" Delphine says trying to coax me out of hiding but I have my fingers clenched around the cover there is no way she is getting it off me.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," she tells me. "It wasn't like you were using sleazy pick up lines or anything."
"Yeah?" I ask voice muffled through the duvet. "Then what did I say?"
"You were mostly just giving me dozens of compliments, it was very flattering really," she says lightly and I can feel a finger poke aimlessly at the duvet above my head.
"That's it?" I mumble.
"For the most part."
"What else?" I ask cringing.
"I'm only telling you if you come out from under the duvet," she bargains.
"Not a chance," I say bluntly.
"Well then I guess I'll just have to join you."
I feel Delphine moving around beside me until she is under the covers facing in my direction. She lifts one of her hands to hold the duvet up like a tent until it's high enough that she can see me.
I turn towards her and use my hands to cover my face since she has taken away my only other defence.
"Ok, hit me," I tell her.
"You said," she pauses and my heartbeat hangs in the moment waiting to hear what she says next before it can beat again. "You said that Cyrus is the luckiest guy in the world for getting to be with me. You said that he's normally a great guy but that he isn't treating me right and that I deserve to be with someone better."
My heart thuds loudly in my chest. Putting it into perspective I could have said something a thousand times worse. What I said still sounds like something any close friend would say. I relax a little and let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding.
"I clearly think very highly of you," I say with a smirk and she beams back at me. "That's everything right?"
Delphine's eyes shift down to the mattress and I know that she isn't going to say anything else on the matter.
"That's everything," she says with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.
I know she's holding something back but it's probably better that I don't know so I don't push her to tell me.
"Well either way I had a great time with you last night," I say warmly.
Delphine's smile turns back to being genuine and she nods in agreement.
"Now that you know you can have fun with me you'll have to stop avoiding me," she says slyly with a poke to my ribs.
I laugh and squirm away from her holding my hands up so that she can't poke me again.
"You know I wasn't avoiding you, it's just weird hanging out with you when you're with my brother," I explain honestly.
"I know," she says with a frown as her thoughts go back to Cyrus and what is bothering him.
"You should really talk to him Delphine and sort all of this out," I suggest.
"You're right," she sighs. "I don't think I can relax until I know what's going on. I'm going to go and see if he will talk to me now that we've both had a chance to calm down."
She goes to get out the bed and I reach over and grab her hand. She looks up and me and squeezes my hand.
"No matter what he says, I'm here ok?" I assure her. "You're not just his girlfriend anymore. You're my…friend."
It kills me to label myself as that to her but I know it's all I really can be and that I just have to live with it.
Delphine shuffles forward and hugs me tightly.
"Thank you, Cosima," she whispers into my ear.
Then she turns away and slips out of the bed leaving me alone under the covers trying to figure out what it is Cyrus wants to talk to her about.
…
Next chapter will clear things up with Cyrus and a few people have reviewed saying that they're not ok with Cosima eventually getting with Delphine if she has been with her brother. I can see why that might bother some people, especially since i don't want to make Cyrus a character that you can just outright hate but if you really cannot reconcile with it then I guess this just isn't the fic for you, you don't have to read it :) I also want to thank the anon on tumblr who did ask if I would be continuing the story, knowing that someone was still interested did prompt me to get myself together and get writing again :) I'm always happy to talk so I'm on tumblr at freakingcharming-limaheights .tumblr .com if anyone wants to get me there :)
-Aisling x