the voice behind the mask

chapter three- a mystery left unsolved

As he snarled, slamming his hair against the wall, which had become tangled as a result of the impact". He seemed to be having a temper tantrum,"now in the same position as if he were an "frozen ice cube", shivering from the draught of wind that was peeking through the window's corner edge. As he gripped his hand tightly around mine, more rage flooded through the centre of his eyes. 

I want to reach out and touch you. I want to care for you when no one else will.I want to be there for you when you're sick and down. 

"Why?" 

" Exactly what do you mean, and why?" Hardin let out a long sigh , his fists clenched around the beer bottle. 

"How could there be a problem?" I wondered. 

He speculated while holding the glass.

"Everything is simply....prefect. 

"Don't start." 

"Don't start what?"

" You know exactly what i'm talking about, you always do this. 

As he dropped the bottle, he masked a smirk. 

" you know who to act like a child, don't you?" 

All right whatever. 

My best friend passed away this morning. 

I'm going to the cemetery, so don't bother following. 

He slams the door and flees before i can catch up with him. 

He can't help but weep for his friend as he mourns his loss. Shoulder's sagged beneath the darkened black tree.Hardin can't help but sit in silence in the cemetery, as he looks through old pictures of their time together, tears flowed thick and fast, and he missed him more than ever. 

Crows were squawking in the cemetery but in a far off distance which made them seem like exceptionally loud creatures. all he could see as he proceeded further into the cemetery was the utter wickedness, in which the only thing that was visible was the person standing in the distances but as he tried to approach her, she was gone. her face was menacing and was enough to cause some kind of night terrors. All that was to be heard of was the whimpers from the departed souls of the graves and the loneliness that had filled the air around him as if the place could be abandoned. There he saw was discoloured glass panels on the floor and disturbing graves in which some of them had been dug but which he thought was very strange.

I cross my arms and say,"there's no way i'm sleeping with you 

I'm not sleeping on the floor" he says calmly "well",

Sighing as he leans , i concede that we have to sleep together and that there is nothing we can do about it. I drew the blanket closer to my body and rested my head on his cold, but warm, chest. 

"I missed you" I said softly into his ear 

"I missed you too". 

Are long relentless selves , who were how holding each other's bodies close together. "As if the world was about to come to an end".As the night faded away, their arms wrapped tightly around each other's. 

When i awoke in the morning, there was a handsome guy sleeping besides me. His tangled curly brunette hair ruffled around his head. His cheeks were flushed pink, like the morning after a sunset.The pale morning light rushed through the window's corner , shining as brightly as a candle had ever done.I propped myself up on my elbow to observe how calm he is while sleeping, as well as the tension in his body that was not there before. His eyelids slowly open, and he starts blinking lazily. He's now rolling over and staring at me. As he begins to wrap himself around me, i struggle to get out from beneath him. His gaze has now shifted to mine."Hello , there,love." he says this, his voice raspy from a lack of sleep. His lower lips were so soft that they touched mine in the manner of " you did when it might be your last. "I'm sprawled on top of his board chest now that he's rolled me over, as he wraps his arms around my waist, and i bury my face deep within his chest.