Lucy stops running under a street light and I'm a few steps behind her. We hunch over with our hands on our knees and try to catch our breaths. I then see the blood on Lucy's knuckles. She then begins to laugh.

"What?" I ask.

"That was so fun!" she says, lifting her head up exposing a red blotch on her lower left cheek.

"Are you okay?" I ask, making my way to her.

"I'm fine. What do you mean?"

"You have a bruise on your cheek," I say, putting my fingers gently on it. She hisses when I make contact with her warm flesh.

"Oh. He hit me. Huh."

Our eyes meet. Our breathing slows. The snowflakes cascade onto us; ashes burying us. She leans in and I feel myself doing the same. What am I doing? She's got me under some kind of spell. I'm weak at the knees. God, her beauty is wicked. If looks could kill, I'd be dead on the floor right now.

What the fuck is she doing to me? My heart can't break with the way she's looking me in the eyes.

"Judas," she breathes. I can taste her breath. We're centimeters from our faces melting into each other.

"...Huh?"

"Do you love Delilah?"

The question hits me like a punch to the gut and I pull away. I haven't thought about her at all this entire time.

And then it all comes rushing back. She's the first person I've felt comfortable opening up too. She's the first person to not think I'm crazy. She defended me with Squid. She went to church with me even though she hates God. She sang to me. She kissed me. She held my hand when everyone else persecuted me. She's the whole reason I'm even out here with Lucy. And above all, she had faith in me.

And I lost faith in her.

"I fucked up," I whisper. Lucy tilts her head slightly. "You planned all of this didn't you?"

"Had to get the Devil out of the betrayer." She admits. "I owe Delilah that. If you hurry, you might convince her to take you back."

Delilah's house is about ten minutes away. Even sooner if I run. I give Lucy the hardest hug I've ever given someone and begin sprinting to Delilah's house.

I ring the doorbell to Delilah's house at least five times before stopping. I can taste my blood in the back of my mouth and feel my heart thumping in my throat.

The door opens and it's Don, one of Delilah's Dads.

"She's upstairs," he says.

I briskly walk through the house and make my way upstairs. When I get to her door, I stop. I'm about to knock, but it's like there's an impenetrable wall of air around it.

"Delilah, it's Judas," I say. No answer, "Can I come in?" Nothing, "Look I'm gonna come in. Please don't kill me."

I twist the doorknob and open the door. Delilah's room is simple, yet elegant. The walls are painted tangerine orange, and everything else is blue.

When I see her, she's sitting on the edge of her bed, her back facing me. She's wearing a winter jacket that's covered in little wet droplets. I take a seat next to her and she doesn't turn around.

"Delilah, I know you must feel strange about seeing me. But I want you to know, that I'm really, really fucking sorry. I am so sorry and ashamed of the things I said. I don't know how I could ever make it up to you but I—"

She spins around and embraces me.

"How—how could you just forgive me?" I ask, "I thought you'd be furious."

She pulls back, tears falling from those ocean eyes.

"I was never angry at you," she says, "I was just scared I lost you."

"Does this mean we're still together?"

"I'll never leave your side Judas."

She hugs me again and I see Jesus standing in the corner. His look and his silence are all the answers I need.

I have breakfast with Delilah and her Dads the next morning. They're asking me typical boyfriend questions when an image of Matthew on the news on the TV in the kitchen catches my eye.

"Can you turn up the TV?" I ask.

Don turns around with the remote and turns the TV up.

"Matthew Deltoro was found dead in his backyard this morning officials say after being beaten..."

They show the same backyard that Lucy and I were in just last night. My heart sinks to the floor.

"You okay?" Delilah asks.

"That's Matthew. From school," I say.

But not just that. Me and Lucy were there. If Matthew was the one who stuck gum in Delilah's hair, then Lucy was the one to beat him up. But Lucy didn't kill him, right? No, she said she left him alive. She could be lying. But what about the silhouette? Were they involved with this? Did they go in and finish the job?

I reach for Delilah's hand, grabbing it tight. I'm going to need a firm foundation to get through this storm.