"Anything." He whispered in her ear sending a horrified shiver down her spine.
Standing behind her petite figure he didn't even touch her but his breath was enough to scare her as it was hitting her ear continuously.
Never in million years she thoug...
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Rose entered her apartment breathing heavily. She clutched the side of her waist as she again burst out in tears of helplessness.
Now she understood the depth of pain that man had gone through. He had changed so much. She had turned him into utterly a different man. Harry. The innocent sweet boy she used to know has turned into a vicious rugged man.
His body proportion. His height. Even his aura had turned him into a scary adult. His rugged muscular body can easily empower her anytime he wants. His cold scary aura can kill her just by his presence.
His tall figure can coward her back in fear. Everything about him has made her scared of him. But snatched the peace of hers as well.
She always thought that after her confession Harry might have moved on in these years. He might even have found a lover and would be happy with her.
He might have forgotten her.
But today watching him. Witnessing the beast her heart has shattered into multiple pieces. What has she turned him into? He looked so cold heartless and cruel man.
He didn't for once give her the Harry vibe instead he looked like a rough bulky soul sucker who was ready to end her life anytime.
The hate and disgust in his eyes left her paralysed. She couldn't understand how did he recognise her just in a glance. But indeed people easily forget the happiest moments of their life but the painful part always remains fresh in their head.
She was indeed the painful past of his. The past he refused to move on from. When she stared into his eyes she wanted to see hesitation. She wanted to see him feel bad for hurting someone.
But the cruelty in his action. No mercy in his gaze proved the depth of his hatred towards her. He indeed hates her to the extent that even killing her wouldn't make him guilty even a bit.
Her bag and stuff fell on the floor as she let her body fell on the cold surface as well. Her back fell lividly against the door letting the tears fall from her eyes continuously.
She squeezed the side of her waist where she was feeling the pain to ease it. The way he held her wasn't gentle anywhere. It was scary. It was creepy. She felt nothing but fear crawling in her veins when his hand touched her skin.
"What have I done to you." She whispered staring at her hands blankly but the tears didn't stop from falling.
Her mind went to the only place where she could feel peace or where she always feels peace. Walking towards the bathroom with a trembling body she took a shower and changed her clothes.
After a while of walking on the road like a lifeless doll, she entered the church. Even though she always disliked her mother being too much religious that sometimes she used to forget human basic ethics but still.
