She Was Fading

Delilah likes to pull the collar of her hoodies over her nose. She pulled the sleeves over her palms and covers her face like there’s going to be a giant dust storm. It’s the closest thing I’ve seen her do that’s close to immature. She does it when she’s embarrassed or she laughs at something that should be a taboo to laugh at.

I don’t pick on her because I know she’s self-conscious. Delilah deserves to hold onto as much innocence as she can grasp. Because I can see it fading away chunks at a time.