thankful | del & wes
Letting out a long sigh, Delaney cast her gaze around her room one last time, trying in vain to remember if she had packed everything she needed for the weekend back at home. She'd spent the last hour packing, throwing whatever was in her line of sight into her suitcase. Technically, Del was supposed to be home already, cuddling up with her sisters as they watched the dog show - Delia always wanted the Shih Tzu to win best in show - and helping her mom with the cooking for their yearly dinner with the Whittakers. instead, Del was going to arrive into Myrtle Beach only half an hour before the dinner was set to start. Her mother hadn't been too happy when she'd found out, but Delaney had seen it as the best compromise. And anyways, it was only a few hours. Not seeing anything more that was essential, Del zipped up her suitcase and stood up, glancing at her phone for the time. It was 6:30 already, which meant that she needed to get moving in order to meet Wes in time, so that they would be able to make it to the treatment center by 9.Â
A large bouquet of yellow and white flowers, wrapped up with a neat pink bow, and a small pumpkin pie lay on her bed. She'd spent close to an hour at the local florist before she'd been satisfied, trying to pick out the perfect bouquet. Scooping them up, Del placed the items inside of a bag, before grabbing her suitcase and heading out of the room. It was already quite cool outside, though it wasn't even December yet. Still, Del loved this sort of weather. There wasn't this sort of thing in South Carolina, where mild winters were the norm. She found something magical in the bitter cold and snow, even if it left her freezing and chilled to the bone. Pulling her scarf tighter around herself, Del stepped outside of Trinity and stood by the door, shielded at least from the gusty wind. Clutching the flowers, Delaney waited for Wes, slightly nervous for the upcoming hours. It wasn't that she was meeting his mom for the first time - it wasn't - but this felt different for some reason.Â
Maybe it was the fact that is was a holiday, a holiday that was meant to be spent with family. It was supposed to be a happy time, not a time that should be spent in a hospital. It almost felt like she was intruding in some way on Wes' family dinner. Which was a silly notion, Del knew, but that's what it felt like. They were friends -Â close friends - in her mind, but this felt like it required more than that. In any case, Del felt like the most important part was just that she was here for him. Ever since her father had passed away, Delaney had found herself with a new perspective on life. Seeing the easiness and relative painlessness that many of her peers took for granted almost literally pained her. Meeting Wes, to her, was a breath of fresh air. They'd connected almost instantly, and the fact that she had the chance to help someone go through the same pain she had gone through lifted her spirits. Leaning against the wall, Del let her eyes fall closed for a short moment, a small smile playing across her lips as she thought of past memories, as she waited for Wes to show.Â
