Love and Hope

Questions, Memories, and Revelations

I look at Harry from across the table."So what's your first question?", I ask, playing with the straw of my chocolate milkshake. "What are your other friends?", he asks, mixing up his vanilla one."Tyrica's a half-wolf, Nikia's a Rae, they're beings who are full of light and work well with nature, and Korinna is a Salem, people who can communicate with the dead and demons.", I say in pretty much one breath."Wow.", is all Harry says. "Okay then, what can you do?", he asks next."I can poison people, tell the present and future, take souls, put my energy into people, heal automatically and heal others, and kill people by touch.", I say. Though i had said those things plainly, it hurt on the inside as i realized what a monster I am. I won't tell him of course, he deserves answers. Harry nods, and something flickers in his eyes, but it's gone as quick as it came. Was that empathy? I mentally shake my head. No, that must've been my imagination. Besides, how could he ever understand my pain? No one can, and no one ever could. "Last and final question.", Harry says, snapping me out of my thoughts, "What was your childhood like?"

I look at him, surprised. I didn't quite know what to expect, but I didn't expect this. Thousands of memories come crashing down all at once, throwing me for a whirlwind. The changing, running away, the dark rooms, the voices, the yelling, the hitting, the training, the hunting,... And him. No, I can't bear to think about him. "I don't really want to talk about it." , I mumble, looking down."Oh", Harry says, noticing my obvious discomfort. "Well that's pretty much it for now.", he says, getting up and putting a tip for the waitress on the table. I raise my eyebrows, surprised. I expected more questions than this. "For now?", I say, chuckling, "I thought I was supposed to decide that kind of stuff."Harry gives me a cheeky grin, making butterflies flutter in my stomach. "Well i guess you were wrong then.", he says. I get up and roll my eyes."Whatever smartass.", I say. He gives me a playful glare and together we walk back to my house.

Harry's POV

I wish I could ask her more questions. But I got a feeling she wasn't very happy about who she is, and asking her about it seemed wrong. That's when I realize something . I want to make her feel good about herself. I want to understand her more. And must of all, I want to win her heart.