Delilah

She was his. And there was nobody in the world that could keep him away from her. Nobody, except for him. Gill x OC.

By Adaelie

Author's Note; Some background information for you to know while I write this fanfic. I do not own ToT, so I just barely know Gill's character at all, so just bear with me if he's a little bit out of character. And Delilah is one of my friend's OCs, so yes I'm writing this because I felt they were just the cutest couple ever. Don't like it? Well, I apologize and I'll get back to the canon couples. Maybe. In other words, Delilah does not belong to me, but in fact belongs to Emma. Get over it.

She was just another girl coming to the island.

She was never meant to be anyone special. She just came to the island to be a teacher, and possibly start a school on Waffle Island. It had been raining the day she came, and she wasn't the only one on the boat. He had met a few other girls, and he could have just as easily had any of them if he really wanted to. If he really tried. He could have had any of the other girls on the island, but she was the one that caught his eye. She was never meant to be his, this much he knew. But all the same, he adored her with every fiber of his being. He'd never admit it though. Gill just didn't do things like that. He just never did.

When he took her to sign in for the town's census, she had smiled and followed obediently. She had asked him a few things at the time, but he did not respond. Instead, he just carried on; uninterested. He thought she was cute, at least. But it was that which distracted him from his work, and with his father bent on setting him up with another girl so the man could get some 'grandbabies', it didn't spell good news for him. But sometimes, he'd come and visit her; and she'd wave and smile. It had taken a while for her to have a school built, so she taught the few kids on the island at her small little ranch. It wasn't anything much, but enough for the young teacher to get a little extra money to spend on necessities.

Still though, he insisted that he come with Delilah, to briefly teach her about the island's traditions.

She agreed, although she had asked if it would get in the way of his work. He was reluctant to answer, but he had anyway. He had told her that it was worth the while to teach her the traditions so she didn't appear completely clueless when things were celebrated; even if it had meant he would be behind in work. She had clearly taken it the wrong way and blushed at the idea that he would spend the day with her just to make sure that she understood what was going on, that she was worth to spend time away from his paperwork.

At that time, he never thought she was that special.

She would come and say hello, but he assumed it was because she said hello to everyone, every day. Really, it wasn't an impossible task; it was pretty easy with the town being so small. On the other hand, the island was a bit… well, large; he was surprised with the fact she never got lost. And often, he assumed she was coming in to ask his father if the school was any closer to being finished. And every time, she would bring in a glass of tomato juice for Gill, and it was strange how well she knew him without really knowing him. He had asked her about it one day.

"Delilah, how do you know I like tomato juice?" He inquired, looking up at the woman from his desk. "Well, I asked Luna if you liked anything." She answered, smiling as she put the glass down onto my desk. "Why, though?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow slowly. Delilah had thought about it for a moment or so before looking at him in the eye. "Because you always seemed so mad about something, and I just thought that if I brought you something every day you'd be a little happier." She answered. Gill's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates before coughing to regain his composure. "Oh, I see." He replied. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow Gill!"

Problem was, he didn't want to wait until tomorrow.

Every festival, she'd come and invite him to observe with her; and every time he would accept her invitation. It wasn't because he liked her or anything like that. Or in the very least, that was what he had convinced himself of. Of course, it was rare there was really ever anything to be observed at most of the festivals, and yet; she made so much of it. And besides, if he didn't have his father convinced they were going together, no doubt would he shove Gill with someone else. Most likely Luna. She was the only one in the town who seemed like she would deal with Gill's constantly sarcastic remarks day in and day out.

It was obvious.

One day though, Delilah had come up to him and asked if he'd come to Alan's Tree. Gill had agreed. He had wanted to tell her something, but what was it exactly? That constant fluttering in his stomach whenever she came by? The way his heart would sometimes skip a beat whenever she'd look at her? Or the way he'd selfishly claim her attention if she did as much as look away from him? What was he supposed to say? That he loved her? He couldn't even accept that with himself, he just couldn't.

He so desperately wanted to.

"Gill, I have to tell you something." She began, looking to the ground with a light pink painted across her face. She looked lovely, with the sunset reflecting off of her brown tresses. "Tell me what?" He responded. Although he could feel it, he knew what she was going to tell him. "I love you." His breath hitched in his throat, and it was suddenly hard to breathe, let alone talk. Or was he just being paranoid? "I- I- Um…" He stammered nervously, looking at her remorsefully. She waited for his response, and then it clicked in her head. "O- Oh, I see. I understand… L- Luna told me not to... not to try. I- I'm sorry, I have to go now." She proclaimed, running off. He could hear her crying. He regretted not answering her, not telling her all the feelings that burst whenever she came by. "Delilah…"

He had made her cry.

She was his everything. She slowly had become his one and only reason for living. Delilah, his beautiful, beautiful Delilah. Love was a horrible thing. One moment it could be the absolutely best feeling in the world, and then it could bring you crashing down. The day after she had admitted her love for him, she was just… gone. She loved him. He loved her. She said she loved him. He didn't. And now, he was paying the price. Because now, she left because of him.

His heart ached at the idea, and absolutely everything in the little town reminded him of her. The way she'd take walks with him. The way she would twirl her hair around her finger when she got nervous. The way she made his heart set aflutter.

He left.

He couldn't take the guilt that racked him. No, the only thing that mattered now was escaping the black bonds that constricted his heart. And then he came to a quaint little place called Ivy Point. It was a small little town, where everybody knew each other. And one day, he had come across a seventeen year old girl, shaking the body of another woman. The other woman was lying unconscious amid the snow, and his eyes flashed when he saw her. His beautiful Delilah. The one he had screamed for at times. The one who he was willing to give up everything for. Just to be with her. Just to be with her.

She was his. That was all that mattered in his state of mind as he watched people help carry the young teacher to the doctor's. She was his, and there was nobody in the world that could keep him away from her. Nobody except for him. She didn't belong to him anymore.

"Delilah."

Author's Note; So, that was nice, eh? Depending, I will write a sequel one-shot in the series. Of course, more things have to happen before I can write the rest, right? Hope you enjoyed!