Delilah locked herself in her room and started unpacking, she put headphones on and blasted music so she couldn't hear anyone, she was at peace. Finally. 

She unpacked swiftly, faster then she had wanted, but at least now she had time to sit on her bed and think. And so that's what she did, turning down her music and throwing a pillow over her head. She thought about topics she had never wanted to before. Marriage, and children, and what would happen if she tried to be with someone twice. She couldn't come up with answers to anything, and she had to stop herself from crying when she thought of love, as a child she had wanted love. But now the very idea of love was just a comical thought, she kind of wanted to laugh at herself, because laughter could help people. What a stupid thought, laughter wouldn't help, especially fake laughter. She gave up at last, closing her eyes and trying to sleep.