Peyton had always considered Delia like her own child. Though she was sure Delia actually had parents, but when she was around Peyton, Peyton felt like she was hers, and she promised that she would be the best mother the blonde had ever had. But she had failed that, clearly, for her daughter was now blind, and Peyton wasn’t there to prevent it.
A hand is placed ontop of the blonde’s, a weak teary smile playong on her lips.
“I can. And I’m sorry you cannot.”
She whispers, as she leads the other woman, into the kitchen, leading her toward the table she waits for her to get comfortable, before putting the kettle on, and getting the cups ready, before sitting down in front of Delia.
“I am so sorry. If I knew that this would happen, I wouldn’t have left.”
She may not be able to be Delia’s mother, but Peyton could be a better friend, and she was going to try her best to be just that.
So many years ago, when Peyton had left her alone, Cordelia felt so lost. Indeed, it had felt like she had lost the second parent she never had — her best friend and protecter. A part of her had been missing until Peyton finally returned. Nothing and nobody would be able to replace this missing part, and it felt incredibly good to have her so close again. Even now that she couldn’t see her, Cordelia felt much safer.
Carefully, she let the vampire help her sit down, listening to the sounds of her steps and movements, all the objects she used. Tea mugs, spoons, sugar, milk? — She could hear all of them.
“I know that you had to leave,” the blind witch reassured her friend, fingers gently touching the warm tea mug that was placed in front of her, “And I understand that.
