PARKER | Dark H.S. AU

lvii. harlie af

~unedited~

A figure stands over her, watching her as she's about to fall to the abyss of uncertainty. She tries to hold on tight though she knows she would let go and fall eventually. She squints up at the figure. Why is it just watching her while she's in grave danger? Why not try to lend a hand and pull her over?

She can feel the strain in her arms, her tight grip at the edge of the rock being pulled down by her weight. She doesn't dare to look below for she knows it would rattle her. She closes her eyes, opens them and tips her head up again. The figure is still there, looming over her. The sun casts sunlight down on his face, but the fringe of his hair shades his eyes.

Clenched sharp chiseled jaw, heart-shaped lips pursed, and long, pointy nose.

"Harry?" She questions.

The figure doesn't even flinch at the name, doesn't show recognition...still and emotionless. And then it retreats back to where it came from -- no one knows -- and leaves her there, still hanging on the edge of the cliff.

She feels her heart sink down to her toes, adding to the weight that she tries to hitch up with the use of her dainty fingers. He didn't aid her from her helpless situation. He didn't so much as look at her even with just a tiny hint of sympathy. She wasn't anything to him.

A broken heart and shattered endurance from a strenuous exertion of effort, she shuts her lids tightly, takes her one last full breath before she lets go.

She lets go and allows air to carry her down...feathery light like she's bedded by cluster of soft clouds as the great gravity pulls her down. Wind blows through her hair, cool air nipping her skin. It almost feels like she's being cradled at the edge of death, sadistically so. She opens her eyes for only a fraction of a second. She's too far down now. Nothing to hold on to. It's too late for remorse. She accepts it with arms wide open.

She closes her eyes once again, as if to get herself accustomed to the darkness that's about to be her new home. She parts her lips to utter the name once again, cursing to the wind in a form of a promise. She wouldn't forget that face wherever death takes her. She loved that face, gentle and kind and loving. Green eyes. She didn't see greens. She saw specks of blue. It wasn't him.

Realization dawns on her like a thousand falling debris. She should've held on tight until she was able to pull herself over the cliff. But it's too late. Too late now.

A lone tear roll down the corner of her eye and she pulls her lips between her teeth, and then...she drops..

A jolt.

A single light. White. Heaven?

Soft. Comfortable. Cushion.

Whirring. Cold air. A touch.

Slowly...slowly, her senses comes back to her. Is this how death looks and feels like? A gentle squeeze on her left hand, soft and calloused hand. Something tickles on her skin. She stirs her head and squints her eyes, the light blinding her a little. She turns to where the soft sensation comes from.

She cries.

"Charlie?"

She cries even harder.

"Hey, hey." A hand makes its way to her cheek, thumbing the tear that stains her soft, freckled cheek. The height of the figure is overwhelming, it draws closer to her. "Charlie, I'm here."

"You're here." Her voice breaks, saying the words in disbelief.

"Yes." A wide, toothy smile. He leans forward and presses a kiss on her forehead. She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth radiating both from the soft lips and the body looming over her. He stays there, looking down at Charlie.