Immortals || H.S.

The Immortal

Harry-

She stood with her body straightened and full of confidence; her aura always radiating dangerousness. She spoke with wisdom; her witty words always literal and profound. She carried out tasks professionally, handling every situation with perfected skill, shoving away all obstructions in her way. She laughed loudly, yet as soft as a feather may feel upon your flamable skin, spreading comforting goose bumps and shivers all over your body. She smiled a half smile in mischief, sending warmth within the icy jolts she gave to anyone who watcher her smirk. She moved elegantly, stopping the whole world around her to let her pass by, making the time freeze as passerbys watched as she marvelously existed. She was brave, rough and graceful just like her code name, Five, said she was.

It wasn't the thrill she gave me, or the exciting jeopardy she had created around herself, or the feeling of safety I felt in between her arms that got me falling for her. It wasn't her smile or her laughter; wasn't her witty words or movement that got me knocked heels over head. It may be the fact that she never and didn't want to ever let anybody in; past her well-built walls and fences she set up around her heart to secure it from people like me. It may be the fact that she was my worst enemy, and that I was obliged to hate her with my every fiber. It may be the idea of destructing her that got me falling in mad love with her in the first place. I suppose that since I wanted to explore her world, my intention got the best of me, and trapped me in it instead of just surveying its exteriors only. It forced me to get caught up in all her tangled webs and thorns; the thorns which penetrated the cavity of my heart and scarred me to an unlimited end.

And all I honestly wished for was an escape: a path to follow in order to get away from all the fires and smoke and blood and heartbreaks. I only wished for a route out of the hazard: a line to never stray away from in order to reach the border of safety. The brder which will allow us to be freed from all sins, hurt or guilt. All I desperately wished to be was an outcast runaway; a person who sacrificed his world for the sake of hers. I wished to be the person who sells his life, his family, his soul and himself for the sake of her. Because I would do anything for her: because if I was a knife, I'd rather split myself into two pieces than cause a droplet of blood to drip from her sacred body. Because I love her, to infinity and beyond. And I may never put the verb in the past tense, for it is unchangeable, for I know I shall never feel indifferent towards her. And I wised for a diferent life, for different circumstances, for different us, for different Fates.

I wish there was an alternate universe where we would have lived as alternative people, not the current us; but as normal people, a normal couple. I wish I could have loved her normally, without the threats and fires around our bodies, warningly approaching so that they could deminish and burn our souls out. I wish we were both mortals, living peacefully even for just a day. For that day would have felt like eternity to me and for that day would have warmed my heart and compensated all the days she cried because of me: because of something I indirectly did that caused her grief or pain. I wish I wasn't me, and she wasn't her; and I wish we were not two complicated souls living with intersecting purposes. I wish I never did her pain, or caused her tears to flow. I wish I never fell in love with her, but I wish she never have fallen out of love with me.

I know I would never forget how she dropped to her knees, sobs penetrating her sealed mouth and tears overflowing from her eyes. I know she fell because I didn't hold onto her, because I let her slip right through my fingers. I know she have fallen out of love with me because I did not secure her love and protect her heart as I promised I would. I know we weren't meant for one another because each of us, if existed in the same place with the other, would destroy the other even unintentionally: because we are two complete polar opposites with opposite goals. I know she may never forget, that she will never forgive me. I know she won't, for I will never forgive myself.