― All it takes is the warm caress of serenity for an irreparable hate to tear and break. His tragedy was set in play. Her soul threatened to burn.
❛❛ NEW MOON ― BREAKING DAWN ❞
note: long chapters, some canon divergence, aged-up characters! (not slo...
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I stood at the door, stuck staring at a single rock against the pavement. Its edges were sharp and pointy, the exterior was rough and dry and it lay there still, undisturbed. As frozen and unmoving as the rotten heart in my chest, where all I wanted to do was take it out of me and bury it underneath the earth, where it couldn't make me feel anything again. Where it can't beat irrationally, stop, and kill me all over again.
Because everything hurts.
I couldn't hear the wails anymore, or I might pass out like I did an hour ago. I couldn't hear another apology, another explanation, another pitiful gaze. "I'm so sorry to hear about Harry." they said to my face as if it hadn't been just a few hours, like he wasn't just talking to me yesterday about bass, crabs, and squirrels. Like Harry hadn't just forgotten a cold bag of fish fry on the porch just before he left, and it's still there. Mocking me, taunting me, rendering me stuck in a hole I can't get out of.
"Lucy." Jackson called.
I turned sharply. "You promised."
"I'm sorry, Lucy. It happened so fast and—"
"I don't want to hear anything from you. Ever again." He tried to hold his hand up to mine but his chest met my fist, over and over and over, where I doubted he'd feel a thing. But he let me hurt him until all I feel is helpless pain, a grief that filled me with hate—so much of it that I couldn't breathe.
I can't breathe.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered, enveloping me tight within his arms but I tried to shove him away, to escape his grasp.
"Tell me. Again." I asked, poison at the tip of my command. Sam tried to tell me how it all happened a while ago, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. I remember just falling on the floor and hitting my head on a warm surface.
"Luce, please—"
"Tell me, now."
Jackson sighed, "The Chief and H-Harry were scouting through the perimeter, and he must've known in some way. His gun was armed when we found it." My teeth gritted together, forcing myself to listen. "Paul followed her path but it disappeared just before the treaty line, and she reappeared on the main path where Jacob finally found her. She—had Harry in her grip, and his heart gave—"
I shoved him off of me and stormed away from the house, away from this unfair fate, away from Harry Clearwater.
I can't see him like that.
Gone.
For the rest of our lives.
Tears poured from my eyes and I couldn't stop it. I wiped it away from my face but it fell still and I let it, walking mindlessly with no direction in mind. I have to get away, I have to leave or I might not make it.
