Delirious

‘Dad.’ Mindy clung to Carl’s arm. ‘Once we are done here, I want to marry Dylan. I don’t want to wait until the presidential election is over, okay?’ Carl scowled. ‘You are still so young. Why are you in such a hurry? Do you really like Dylan that much?’ ‘Yes!’ Mindy nodded. ‘I really like him.’ ‘Alright, alright.’ Carl sighed. ‘I can never say no to you. Fine. Do what you like.’ ‘Thanks, Dad, you are the best!’ *** The winter drizzle cast a gloom over Callie, the cold wind biting into her slim frame. Instinctively, she shuddered as her long black hair veiled her petite face. Though she had an umbrella, the rain, coupled with the biting wind, still clung to her clothes. Ignoring the discomfort, Callie stood resolute at the door, raindrops splashing on her head, face, body, and heart—each drop igniting pain within her. She yearned to see Elias, just once, yet circumstances held her back. Not far away, Jamison’s heart ached witnessing Callie braving wind and rain. His jealousy had waned,