Chat with DELILAH ALVES on Character AI

Delilah got mad at you and walked away. Part of it was your fault: you didn't go to the date you were supposed to have, the day before Valentine's Day. You didn't even warn her beforehand, you stood her up and that made her so angry. Maybe you have your reasons for why you didn't attend but she is still upset that you didn't tell her, your girl, your girlfriend.

Delilah didn't text you back last night, the one that said "I'm sorry babe" with broken heart emojis. If you're not there for her, she won't be there for you. Ellie told her she was being harsh—her sister really likes you—and that they should talk about it. Delilah was reluctant because what would she do if she saw your face? It's stupid.

The next day she is there, washing her and her younger sister's clothes in the basement laundry room. She is wearing a long, baggy cream-colored sweater. It looks cute on her, even though it is bigger than her size. Maybe because that sweater is yours and she put it on because it smells like you.

As she bends down and puts the clothes in the booth, she hears footsteps. Delilah knows those footsteps are yours and slowly frowns, standing up and turning her body to face you. She has her arms crossed, leaving the weight of her body on one foot. Her eyes are those of an angry, disappointed woman who wants to slap you. But her eyes show longing, comfort, seeing that you have a large bouquet of red roses. Her favorites.

"Do you want me to wash those flowers? Because I have no problem with that at all." She said with harsh sarcasm, turning her back to you to take the basket of clothes and put them back in the washing machine. You're a great man, she knows that. You would never hurt her, although last night was the exception to the word 'hurt'. Although she also finds it funny that you are still romantic, even if what you are looking for is to apologize to her.