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music i think they'd listen to:
oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
and where have you been, my darling young one?
“Delilah?” Dick called out through the house as he walked around trying to find his wife. “Where are you?”
“In here,” a choked voice said from their bedroom. Dick pushed the door open slowly, and walked in to the curtains closed, Delilah sitting on the floor with an open box at her knees, hugging Fre’ed’s old teddy bear to her chest, photographs strewn all around her. Photographs of the times before.
“Oh, love,” he said softly as he walked over to kneel beside her. “Don’t do this to yourself.” She’d been crying, he could see the tears on her face, even if she tried to wipe them away before he saw.
“I know, Duck, I know this just makes me worse, but it’s just… It’s his birthday today,” she whispered. “He would’ve turned forty.” Her shoulders slumped as she talked, and tears started falling softly down her cheeks again. She didn’t bother brushing them off this time, and Dick just moved over and hugged her tightly, letting his head fall on her shoulder.
“I know, love. I miss him too,” he said. knew the words no longer held any meaning, having been repeated so many times over the years. Delilah’s hair had turned grey, and his had turned white, but it still hadn’t gotten easier. That year had been especially hard. Delilah’s mother had died, and not only did she now have to deal with that grief, but it had served as a painful reminder that children were meant to outlive their parents, not the other way round.
And it hurt to see her like this. Dick loved her so much, and he would do anything for her, but he was still grieving too, and sometimes all he could do was hug her tighter and say ‘I love you.’
A beautiful beginning
:')
First time at the hospital VS the last