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Asher's POV
Anger and its Love

"You what!?" I question, my what a crazy bastard.
"If you were expecting me to give him comforting words or some shit then you've completely forgotten that I really don't care." Weller states.
"That gives you no goddamn right to treat him like that, this is why you can't even properly resolve your marriage." I reply.

Harry's head is resting on my shoulder, he's completely collapsed and Weller came here carrying him to hand him over to me. The moment I found out what happened...this vampire really has no hope left, does he? I can only imagine what Rose thinks.

I'm sure she saw it herself, why is he acting like this? Oh, now I remember. Considering I got to see the memories myself, he was probably annoyed at the fact something didn't go as predicted. He's so used to having full control and predicting everything, anyone would know this. Who's the pathetic one now then?

"Look, you made a few points but you could've executed it better." I state. "Are you that dumb?"
"Remind you, the entire point for almost killing you and actually killing Evelyn was for him to hate me." Weller replies. "Even if I have apologized, my goal isn't any different and I managed to get a glimpse of his bottled up anger, even after the deadline, this anger won't be any better even if it does bring satisfaction."
"You're the very definition of what you talk bad about, now even I know your entire story and none of it makes sense about you." I respond.
"I'm not confined to my past, I'm just bored." he smiles.
"You want Rose to hate you aswell, don't you?" I ask. "Still stuck on wanting her to move on because she really won't be gone out of existence, they will take her in instead."

I have a feeling that this isn't the full picture. All of it makes no sense, immortality is such a messed up thing. Nothing about Weller is simple, nothing is. It's like trying to dig through a bunch of tangled up strings yet every one of them lead nowhere and once you untangle them, it was all for nothing. Two steps forward, five steps back.

That's how this entire thing has been. Just like how it was with my dear fiancé when he was in his old relationship. The thought of it makes my blood boil and this gives the same feeling. Harry seems completely fatigued, it's best if he settled down for a while.

"If you had a choice, what would you have told your past self?" I ask.
"To get the poison and make someone to use it on me during the war." he answers. "Would've made things much easier."
"For you, but you fought because you were still hopeful, weren't you?" I respond. "Weller, I can't read your mind but your emotions are visible, you're troubled and I guess that's why you're so inconsistent."
"You're just like them." he states. "Sure as hell can analyze like them."
"Well even so, you hurt Harry once more and it's just overdoing it at this point." I explain. "He already hates you and still ready for the deadline, hurting him like that again even if it was unintentional is immature, everything about you is immature."

Intelligence isn't maturity, he's immature and intelligent. As much as I wanna scream at this man, Harry is the one who should be doing that. Though if it means I can knock some sense into this vampire then I'll take this chance. He doesn't care, sure but his actions contradict his words so much and I can't stand it. No one deserves it. I'm happy Harry stood up for himself, how he has grown...I hope the way I raised him was helpful.

From a kid who was too scared to try new things to an adult with a big heart, I'm proud to be part of his life. Though I'm not proud about the fact I let Weller almost kill me like that. He sure only knows how to mess everything up for those who haven't done anything wrong.

"Weller, you're still a regular person, trauma affected you and trauma affects everyone, one way or another. You're so used to being in control, having everything in your grasp and I think you've forgotten just how complex every single individual is, that's your flaw. That's the reason you've made Harry break down and why you even made your own wife break down." I start. "As death is approaching, you've become sluggish, as if you can finally relax and calm down but before you were always so serious, was it because you were suffering and now free?"

He's awfully quiet. All three of us are in some empty storage room of the hotel where I just finished an interrogation so there's not much sound outside but the way he's gone so silent now. I gently place Harry to lean against the wall in a way for him to rest comfortably, I'll make sure to carry him back to the hotel room later but now with Weller Hanamer, I have business.

"Look, we don't know what they will do if you or Rose move on, there's not even a guarantee that Rose herself will move on. You know the consequences of your death fully well and you're just creating more. I don't care about your entire thing on good and bad anymore, this is my goddamn student and unofficial son you've hurt, I can't let you hurt him anymore for no good reason." I continue. "And I stand by my words."

"Everything you said is true, I am becoming sluggish. I don't care about inconsistency, my words may seem as if they have some heavy meaning but in reality, they don't. I'm emotional, not logical yet at the same time, I don't care. Hell, I don't even know myself anymore. All I'm doing is just following my muscle memory, I really just am killing time now." Weller finally replies. "What they do is not my business anymore, might even make them cause Rose to forget me..."

"Completely."

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"Them"

I wonder who that can be...actually her name is Author, nvm. She's not the writer cause I am, I just use her name because she hates me and y'know, the one who talks with Weller during the bonus chapters. She narrates the a/n POVs.

Also just me admiring Asher's eyes

Also just me admiring Asher's eyes

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