Hollow Highs [h.s]

18.

Trigger warning: mention of suicide.

"Ana!" Harry called for her, running out of the large house. The cool air stroked against his skin. Panic and worry had overrun his veins.

He got in his car, not knowing where she is. The veins in the corner of his temple bulged out. He gripped the steering wheel hard, his knuckles turning almost white.

Eliana was quick on her feet. She had hailed a taxi cab. She did not go home. She instead went to a cliff, that was very near to Harry's home.

She didn't want him to find her, but at the same time, a small part yearned for his warmth.

Cold and alone, she looked on the heavy clouds, descending slowly. In another place, she would have felt the beauty around her. She felt as if the whole thing around her was nothing but a dream.

She was sitting all by herself, looking at the magnificent skyline. Time wanted nothing, but needed something. Quiet and dark were the leaves that fell from the trees above and yet she was tempted to imagine her dead. Going away. With no tomorrow for there is nothing.

She could end it all, just a step. She only needed to make be further and fall deep down.

Her father would be sad. He would be only sad. He wouldn't grieve. He would be sad, for some time and then move on with his life.

Harry rushed through empty roads, looking everywhere. There were so many words he wanted to say to her, so many things he had left unsaid for later.

He never realised how frozen he was until Eliana melted his ice.

The car halted, a screeching sound coming out of the rubber tires. He saw her.

He saw his angel, her wings clipped by circumstance, looking far out the city, wanting to fly away and never come back again.

"Petal," he said carefully walking to her. He was scared that she might jump off.

"Walk towards me. Please." He said, swallowing the heavy lump in his throat.

"It's nice here." She simply said. Her eyes were fixated at the vision in front of her. The lights of the city flickered just like her cigarette used to.

"Petal, you're scaring me. Just stand a few steps back." He pleaded her. Eliana nodded, walking to him.

Harry didn't hesitate before wrapping his arms around her tight. He felt her heart beat fast against his. He clasped her so tight that they were one person. His hug was so fierce that it made her movements restricted.

Everything inside her was squeezed. Her lungs, her heart, her ribs. She savoured his scent wholly, as if he could escape from her arms like gushing wind.

"What's got you in so much pain Petal?" He asked her, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Your mother's right Harry. You need someone you can count on. I'm still trying my best. You don't deserve it." She said.