She swayed in the scarlet crimson red, towards the end of her dream. The destiny of their encounter begins to turn. With this secret known to no one, she kept falling deeper and deeper down. Without a doubt, she could no longer return, even though s...
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The bubble they lived had bursted.
It eventually had to.
Eliana returned back from the trip, she indulged herself in taking her pills, attending support group, organising her photographs and studying for classes.
Harry on the other hand, was busy with his family and taking out time for Eliana had been hard but he never refused from meeting her.
It had been two weeks. Two weeks since they had returned from their small trip.
Two weeks since Harry realised that he loved her more than the sun and stars.
Harry was certain that he was in love with her.
His tongue burnt to tell her those three words that had been haunting his mind like a lonely ghost.
I love you.
As he laid in bed with her, the only thing that seemed to cloud his brain was her. It was only and only her.
The way she would laugh, her symphonic laugh. The way she would poke her tongue out when she was concentrating. The way she would doodle all over her left hand. The way she would intwine her fingers with his.
He was drunken on the thought of her.
Eliana laid next to him, her breathing slow and calm. Her little fingers twirled with his long curly hair. Harry smiled and kissed her piercing collar bones slowly.
"Can you promise me something?" Eliana asked him, his hair still in her hands.
"Anything Petal." He said, kissed her slowly.
"I need you to promise that you'll hold my hand whenever I'm scared." She said. Her heart was beating fast in her ribcage.
"Of course."
Eliana's hand left his hair and held his hand tight. Harry looked around, confused as to why she would hold his hand right now.
"You're scared Petal. Why?" He asked her in a timid voice. Not knowing what she would say.
"I'm scared that if I let go of your hand, I might disappear forever."
Harry felt his heart shatter quietly in slow motion. He could feel the pieces fall down. Tears glazed his eyes. He didn't know why she was so scared before.
He thought she lived in a world, where neither did the coffin nor did the grave exist. He was wrong. She lived in terror but she didn't let anyone see that.
She was running through a wild and dark forest completely breathless. She had no way out, she was bound to die in the forest all alone.
There were times when all she wanted to do was vanish.
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