My Baby Doll

Delilah sat on the sofa while staring blankly on the balcony in front of her room. The breeze before noon caressed Delilah's hair. Delilah clasped her two fingers which were still shaking occasionally. Delilah could never forget Oliver's last reflection and smile. At his last moment, Oliver had said that he loved Delilah. It was the most affectionate moment with her brother and tore her heart. At the end of the time, Delilah has to witness the cruelness of Oliver's death. Didn't he deserve it? No. Not for Delilah.

That affection radiated sincerely from Oliver's eyes as they parted for good. Delilah couldn't stand to reminiscence and ended up crying again. She covered her face with two palms and sobbed.