ANON. || l.s.

H

It's hard for me to open up,
I'll admit it (I'll admit it)
Y

ou've got some shit to say
and I'm here to listen

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Harry's POV

The days are passing slowly. True, it had only been a little while since I saw him, but I'd be lying if I wouldn't admit he kept my mind occupied. It wasn't just his dashing looks and the way he kept fidgeting with his ridiculously oversized sweater, but there's something about him that made me want to cradle him and never let go. How sick was that?

It's not like it was uncommon to develop somewhat paternal feelings for the broken. It was the way my paternal instinct towards him was laced with lust and desire, that concerned me. These relationships never worked. We ripped them away from their homes - to offer something better to strive for nonetheless - and murdered their neighbors.

Layla was a great example. A timid little thing, like they mostly all were, begging to be held and cared for. For Christ's sake, she'd skip meals to give the cook less work to do. Always focussing on other people's needs instead of her own. Her frail body was littered with scars, a piece of art she herself created in times of her deepest despairs. Not that it made her less beautiful. The scars were a constant reminder of how pure her soul was, and how sincere she cared for others.

Shortly after her arrival though, we all realized what a huge mistake we made. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't as if she asked for it, but she would rather get herself beaten to death than look at herself with just a shrivel of pride. Bless her sweet soul, she just couldn't cope.

Now every time a tiny girl with short chestnut-brown hair arrives, my throat starts closing up and Nial - the bastard - keeps checking up on me too damn much. He knew she lifted something inside of me, but she'd also teared it down into watered-down pieces of emotions when she decided to leave me. Leaving me, in the only way she thought possible. I tried to find solace in the fact she at least had found some sort of control in her life when it ended the way she wanted.

Maybe that's why he roamed my thoughts. Hell, come to think of it, he even looked like her. His eyes weren't brown like hers, but they were filled with the same fear and the same desperation. He was to be held, not shaped. A trait that made him dangerous, not just for me but for us all. In this place, it wasn't the weak ones that crumbled, they were the ones that caved for the better. No, here, the strong and stubborn ones cracked. Not knowing how to distinguish light from dark anymore, too used to old habits.

As much as I felt the urge to get closer, I knew better. This called for a retreat.

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Sorry for the late update, I'm really busy atm...

This is a pretty short chapter, but it's the silence before the storm......^^

Hope everyone has a awesome day:D

XX isa