Hollow Highs [h.s]

Prolouge

He, with faraway eyes wondered of her with dreams and thoughts of her woven into him for she was the best thing that ever happened to him.

She had magic in her, that even the Gods envied but she did not know that.She dreamt of words spoken into infinite space, glittering with heavy beauty and shadows and no shame.

He had eyes like rain and hair like falling sea waves, a soul as deep as the alluring ocean. She didn't mind drowning in him.

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Dear Eliana,

I want you to tell me about every other person you've ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them so, and then why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life, you doubted you would live through.

Tell me what the word "home" means to you and tell me in a way that I shall be able to know your mother's name from the way you describe your childhood bed.

See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if it still makes your bones tremble. Do you prefer to jump in puddles of rain or in the big bellies of white snow?

If you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree for its arms? Or would you leave without any arms, not harming the tree. Would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you with whenever you kiss it's cheek?

Do you sleep beside them, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid movement of a fragile heart trying to beat its pain away?

See, I want to know what you think of your first name. And if you stay up often a night, imagining the joy of your mother when she first spoke it?

I want you to tell me all the times you've been cruel. All the times you've been unkind.

See, I want to know more than just what you want to do. I want to know how much of your life you spend only and only giving. And if you love yourself enough to receive sometimes.

I want to know if you bleed through other peoples wounds, because you sure do bleed through mine my love.

Love,
Harry.