• Delilah met Sean through sister Mary Patrick. He was a good influence.
    And immediately, Delilah liked everything about him. She liked the way he smelled, the way his skin was soft, the way he bit his nails all the way to the bone. She liked the way the paint never really came all the way off his hands, and the way his hair was always in his eyes.
    And pretty soon, he made it clear that he liked her too.
    Delilah continued to like everything about Sean. She liked going to the supermarket and picking out razors, arguing wether it should be a ladies or a gents razor. She liked fighting with him too. Part of her even liked sitting on the floor in fetal position, waiting for him to come back with the pyschoactives and listening to Pink Floyd, and then being so happy when he was back, and laying on the couch and watching The Godfather afterwards.
    She liked strapping each other down, taking the drugs and then slitting each other's wrists, giggling as their hands shook.
    And then, she was elsewhere.
    And Sean was too.
    They held hands in this empty place for a while, and then the sky opened up, and drifting from the azure ceiling like a divine force from a Lovecraftian plane was a woman. No, so much more than a woman, a goddess, a perfect deity, so glowing, so immaculate.
    She looked at the two of them, with radiant blue eyes. "Do you love each other?"
    They both nodded.
    "Enough for sacrifice?"
    They nodded again.
    "Very well." The Goddess nodded.
    Sean's mouth spurted blood.
    "He loved you that much, Delilah Jones." The Goddess said.
    "Why?" She mouthed, her soul crying.
    "He thought you were beautiful."
    "But without him-" Delilah began.
    "You are not beautiful?" The Goddess finished. Delilah nodded, despondent. "I am sorry, Delilah Jones. I am in your debt."
    Then suddenly, Delilah woke up, in the hospital. And it was like Sean had never existed. But Delilah knew. And she knew from that moment on that she was different. She was magic.