The Strings Being Pulled

Ch 74

A/n's POV

Weller lets go of Rose, watching as sadness fills her beautiful purple eyes. He doesn't touch her, understanding that he is the root of the sadness yet he doesn't leave her alone in the blueness of the colors in sorrow or in the blackness of despair. He is willing to guide her into colorfulness, no matter who he may be.

She knows that he is the roots of the thorn vines that hurt those who come close. Her eyes soften seeing those thorn vines, however. Willing to come close as the rose she is, it holds thorns too. Her roses spread onto him and then he's no longer just thorn vines, he is thorn vines with the beauty of flowers. The beauty of roses that you can touch without being hurt by the thorns.

"I'm sorry, Love." Weller apologizes.
"Why are you apologizing?" Rose looks at him confused and sad. "I just feel worried for him, I don't care about your past actions anymore because you've changed, haven't you?"
"Who knows..." he whispers.
"You're not the same person anymore, you're just you and what's wrong with that? There's nothing defining good or bad as you've said..." she smiles. "Your trauma passed down to him, it's nothing new that it happens."

Rose kisses Weller and holds her hand to his heart. Then she puts her hand over her own heart before pulling out. Her hand connecting the two of them.

"I'm not wiping away your tears, I'm welcoming them to represent your sadness because all of you is welcome no matter what. If you let yourself open up then I'll be the tool to help you heal, if you close yourself off then the pain is all you have and it won't heal. Death will never do us apart, eternity will and eternity will never come." she repeats his words. "Don't apologize for the past like that when you didn't even do anything now, I'm still with you no matter what so please don't be scared."

He smiles softly and places his hand on her hand that is on her heart, resting his forehead on hers. They both start laughing and hugging each other lol tightly, whether they dance, cry, hug, separate, there was always a reason for them to push into eachother's lives to save the other from drowning.

As Harry rests quietly on the bed and Liza continues changing ice packs from his high fever, she can't help but feel helpless, useless, worthless. Thinking about all the times her boyfriend has helped her but the fact she's never helped him...was she truly loving to him or was she just crushing very badly?

She knows that she wants to be with him until the end of time, she'll stick with him forever but she feels like a parasite just taking advantage of his strength. Her soft pink eyes stares at his red resting face. The vulnerable side  that is rarely shown by him.

She doesn't feel jealous or possessive if anyone tries to get him.

She doesn't feel the love you see in movies or books...

She doesn't feel those butterflies you get in your stomach.

He isn't in her mind all day long.

She didn't mind spending time with others even if he wasn't there.

Yet she felt safe, happy, soft, trusting, lost in the moment with him because he has open arms for her. Each time she sees him, she melts. Feeling at ease with him because it's him. Her Mr Demon that always teases and loves his Strawberry. Even if their relationship and feelings started immature, they helped eachother grow in one way or another. She knew that she could always trust him and that he just wants to give her happiness that she never got, even if it means not being by her side.

Though he may not have cured her problems, he sticks with her to the end. No matter how many nightmares she has, he is there for her.

"Strawberry..." Harry would hold Liza's hand when she was about to leave to grab more ice packs. "Harry..." she starts tearing up despite knowing that he's still asleep.  "I love you so, so much, thank you." she whispers and kisses his forehead.

"I'm still awake." he mumbles and she freezes, squeezing his hand. "Love you too, Liza."
"I- wait you're supposed to be-" she's pulled into a hug, melting into its comfort despite his high fever.
"There's something I wanna tell you." he whispers in her ear.

The room goes into an unreadable yet comfortable silence as the angel stays embraced in the sick demon's arms. Her wings wrap around him tightly as he silently tells her his words, his vows and wishing her a happy birthday, it's the 18th of April. One year since they met, one year since the fire, one year since escaping death.

One year since escaping hell.

Harry Carsson, an arsonist, 20 year old demon.

Liza Mills, a 19 year old angel that escaped death.

Just less than three months until the deadline, how time flies. Time flies when you're the happiest and this is the happiest both of them have ever been despite how much happened all in one year. Reunion, deaths, surprises, unfolded secrets and they are not the same people anymore, they aren't the same people from yesterday, they will not be the same person that they are today, tomorrow.

"After the deadline, what are we gonna do?" Liza asks.
"Well where do you wanna go after?" Harry responds.
"College...get another job, live a normal life together with you." she answers.
"Then I'll respect that, I'm not sure myself but I'll respect all your decisions." he replies.

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How my lovely ocs have grown up < 3
Soo, tell me if you've come this far, what made you continue reading this book so much and what was your first impression?