The Strings Being Pulled

Ch 12

Harry's POV

Liza Mills...it feels odd that I chose to kiss her but I might actually have feelings for her. Maybe always had them, though I really trust her. I've never had anything romantic going on, much less kissed someone on the lips but it doesn't feel odd at all. Now we're just talking about our pasts, just keeping one another company. Four months, already has passed since that day.

"I hate biology." Liza states.
"It's actually pretty interesting, billions of cell working every second to keep you alive, to create oxygen and to just keep us alive." I smile. "Well, that's what my teacher would say."
"So do you like biology?" she asks.
"Yeah, pretty much all topics." I answer.

I have every single one of Asher's funfacts memorized, he'd tell me atleast 100 facts each day, everyday. Telling me about the stock market, chemistry, love, people, art, the human body and so much more. Even if he'd language me everytime I swore.

Liza lays down on the bed on her side facing me while I'm just sitting on the edge. I can't help but think about that kiss, she reminds me of a strawberry. Though, the feeling of it is strange, I've never experienced anything like that but even so, I'm happy about it. Just hope she wasn't pressured at all by it.

"I'm jealous, really wish I could meet Asher..." she mumbles. "He really taught you a lot."
"Shame that it's impossible now but then again, I haven't moved on completely." I respond.
"It's fine, uhm well..." she goes silent.
"It's alright, we have other things to think about now." I state. "Not your responsibility at all."
"Just don't bottle it up..." she sighs.

Already four years of hate, anger and grief bottled up completely. Took it all out on burning that village, told Liza about it all, seeking revenge yet I still feel overwhelmed but it isn't her responsibility. I'll manage, hopefully but for now, just wanna make sure we can have proper meals.

I feel something grab my hand, it's Liza. She plays with it, seeming tired. Her hand, it feels the same as mom's...I let her play with it, watching as she slowly dozes off. Sleeping soundly, I get off the bed and reposition her to lay properly on the bed, putting a blanket on her. It's already dark outside, the clock hanging on the wall shows 10pm.

I peck her on the forehead and open the window, just to watch the view. It's already August, so far, no progress but I feel happy now. Really feel much happier now, haven't felt like this since that day where I lost them. It's refreshing, Liza is a major contrast to me but everything about her always keeps it from being boring.

Liza mumbles in her sleep often, even know she's softly mumbling incoherent things. She's a deep sleeper and I guess I'm a bit jealous of it. Insomnia and a very light sleeper, it's terrible not getting enough sleep. It seems normalized too now, lots of funfacts about sleep. Each time there was a fact about not getting enough sleep, Asher always lectured me on it.

He lectured a lot but I guess it's because he cares about my well being, he'd do anything to help others. The kind to pick up a homeless kid from the street. Mom always stayed cheerful, loved baking and had a huge love for animals. Without either of them, I probably wouldn't be here. Now there's Liza, genuinely keeping me happy just by being here.

"Harry..." Asher sighs.
"I didn't mean to burn it..." I reply.
"Let's try something else, I'll take care of it." he pats my shoulder. "Besides, on the bright side, the heat has gone up a lot with your fire abilities so cheer up and it won't be perfect right away."
"Mm..." I stare at the burnt mailbox. "Sorry."
"Shh, it's fine, you're still learning and mistakes are part of it." he states. "You're very young, being 12 years old means that you have plenty of time to learn."
"Thanks." I smile.

Asher chuckles, giving me a thumbs up.

That's one vivid memory I have, I was 12 and he was 22 at that time. I've improved a lot thanks to him, capable enough to burn a whole village with ease. I don't know why I won't show Liza what I'm truly capable of but if I did it then things would be much easier for us. Quite honestly, I could get us to another country.

Yet we have to solve all our other issues, getting to another country won't do anything if we keep having this problem. Would help with shaking off police but this entire world is filled with corrupt government.

"Harry..." I accidentally hear Liza mumbling in her sleep and turn around to see her hugging the blanket. Seeming pale and scared...I close the window and approach her. Is she having a nightmare? All curled up and hugging the blanket tightly, a frown on her face. Best not to wake her up, I close the window and sit on my bed.

I create a small fire out of my finger, letting it burn by itself. Can't exactly burn anyone, the heat is at room temperature but I can cause it to reach well over 2000°c if I wanted to. The sheer amount of screams when I burnt the village...I just can't care about it. No, my morality isn't the best but it's nothing like Weller's. He doesn't have any.

"Why'd you kill them!?" I ask.
"Boredom." Weller smiles. "I really can't care about how you feel because I have no reason to."
"You're sick in the head." I state.
"Sick in the head to you, but does it matter when views change with time?" he chuckles. "There is no true good, best, bad, worst, perfect, imperfect because in reality, it's all societal construct that changes all time."
"I sure as hell don't accept it, that's how I feel." I mutter.
"Again, I don't care, I never did care and you know that fully well." he replies.

I glare at him, feeling angry, grief and can't make sense of his words. It hurts, what the fuck does he actually want? He killed two perfectly kind and amazing people...

"Be mad all you want, in the end, Evelyn, Asher, you and I are just mere ants in this world that the universe can't give shit about." he states. "If you plan to hate me forever, do that but I just find it pathetic."

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Finally, rewritten the two chapters I despised