Dark Gray (Harry Styles)

Chapter 26

Bay's POV

 Everything is starting to get blurry but I try not to focus on anything for too long and it kind of helps. It feels like my insides are slowly falling apart. Just slow enough for me to barely notice but just fast enough that I can't forget about it.

 The poison works faster on witches since we have a weaker immune system. But a few hours less won't really make a difference anyways.

 Deep down I know I'm dying but on the other hand, it hasn't really sunk in either.

 Harry went into the other room with Alex, and I try not to think about why too much because it kind of gives me a headache.

 Meanwhile, I occupy myself with reading the journal he left here. Something tells me he wanted me to read it, and I'm dying soon anyways so I have nothing to lose.

 The first few pages are sketches of trees and animals, nothing too interesting although they're all beautifully drawn. Then there's some quotes surrounded by black shading where he filled in the pages.

 And then a diary entry, starting the day I met him.

Dear Diary,

 The strangest thing happened today. A girl showed up at the house late at night, with no reason for being here. Immediately I could smell the witch on her, but I chose not to say anything. For some reason, I could tell that she didn't recognize me as a vampire.

 Her hair is a light brown and her eyes a bright blue, and something about them is intoxicating. If she were human I probably would've drank her blood, even despite my distaste for what I am. She's just that inviting.

 But it's against rules for us to drink witch blood. Some old wise tale about it being poisonous to us. Not that I would have drank her blood anyways. She seemed rather clueless as to what she is, it wouldn't have been fair.

 The girl seemed so lost, as if she didn't know why she knocked. Maybe there's something wrong with her. But we talked for over an hour about the randomest things, and it was refreshing. Having no one else to talk to around here, it's nice to be able to make small talk even if it was with a complete stranger.

 She's coming back tomorrow. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I guess there's no harm in seeing what happens.

 -H.S.

 Well it's not what I had expected at all. I had been expecting something about how creepy it was for a weird girl like me to show up on someone's porch in the middle of the night and how annoying I was.

 I continue on to the next page, the day after when I went to his house for the second time.

Dear Diary,

 She kicked my butt at monopoly today. For someone who has had decades to play that game, I really suck at it. Either that, or she cheated. I'm almost certain that it's the latter.

 We talked more and I showed her the books in the basement since she said she liked books. I'm not too sure why I felt compelled to contribute to something she liked but I don't regret it. And I don't regret showing her the library either. I hadn't opened it in a long time, but I'm glad that I chose to do it now.

 It also turns out that American Dad is one of her favorite shows. That was the first sign I had that I would really like hanging out with her.

 And I also figured out that I kind of like flirting with her, mostly for the benefit of seeing her blush. What a sight that is.

 She cooked food, and then we watched a movie which made her jump more times than I can count.