War Lips (Harry Styles A.U.)

Chapter 6

It is quite understandable that: many ways we can't even think. but then again it is not reasonable to be ignorant. I had learned that at the age of 10. Laying in bed seemed to be quite the habit of mine now a days given to the gloom circumstances that not only did I have grief over Harry leaving to war but how my endometriosis was just seeming to get worse as the seconds ticked by. I had spoken with Harry about my health along with every single bloody disability of mine it seem to be and endless abyss of painful tears and hugs. I could not have sex as much as I knew he wanted us to have. Not could I have children. It was possible yet, highly unlikely. Harry had always insisted that sex was not an activity he wanted as much as being able to hold my hand and say I was him to everyone. Such a dear he is. Or was. I was not very sure how Harry was. A letter had arrived along with every single letter that involved bills, catalogs, and newspapers. The letter had said that it was the last he could send me since that that exact moment he was in the car of the military to infiltrate the concentration camps. Rain sounds could no longer be heard as I read the letters. Thick British accent and a rainy thunderstorm was not what I could hear anymore when I would touch his letters that he almost punctured to make me understand he was fine and everything was going to be just right. The bed sheets and his pillow lost the minty sweaty faint armpit musky fragrance that he held.
I remember when my friends would ask me how he smelled and whenever I would respond with minty, sweaty, faint scent of armpits, they would laugh. It was not a bad smell. And Harry would sweat a lot. It was actually quite incredible that the mint could overpower the other scents and make them just hints of existence. Maybe it was how the fact that he just really liked mint that he overused it all enough to drown out the other not so nice scents. I really didn't know nor did I really care since he was as always, there for me. Until now that is. Has there ever been a much more clearer beginning of life other than Adam and Eve? Sure it was a beautiful story especially with the talking snake.
However, I just think it was not how we became to be. It's sort of like what came first; the chicken or the egg king of phenomenon. Harry was always quite the religious however I was not. I didn't believe in the whole we are born from sin and that nonsense. Yes, we do have the freedom of religion but that did not mean we had to push our religion on others. That just contradicts the whole freedom of religion portion. In other words, I honestly gave no mind to simple minded people. Not that everyone was.
I remember a night where Harry was hugging me so tightly, I could feel the mint being admitted into my pores and my soul being placed into the depths of his. The rainy rough voice was just so intoxicating I had to pass out any moment from my overwhelming high.
However I did not. The words tangled with the essence of the rain was pure. I felt clean in his arms. If I had ever sinned, he was my Angel. But now as I lay here in bed like every other day, I feel more lost in the horrid sounds of my mind attacking me with ever second he was gone. No letters. No calls.
I was officially forgotten.