Roses of Possession (BOOK 1 || EDITING)

22: Beautiful Sadness

☪Dark and Mysterious Love Trilogy:

"Roses of Possession"

22: Beautiful Sadness




「He could fill a thousand pages telling her how and what he feels but still, she won't understand. So he left without a sound, except for his heart shattering as it hits the ground.」

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Lies.

Everything was nothing but a wicked little lie. Every word, every joke, every kiss, every touch; everything.

The happiest memories he had with her are slowly fading away across the distance with his heart chanting her name like he wasn't ready to see her go. It was like death eating his soul.

Her eyes, her nose, down to her lips. Her scent, her body, everything invites him in; more struggling to fight the feeling.

He can remember clearly.

That night that they met. His heart suddenly pounded hysterically like on fire with the rain it was set. Her sarcasm and her tone, her personality unknown.

Everything captivated Harry's soul.

Then, love drew them together like they're destined for each other. The sweet side glances and the secret romantic kisses; the way she would look at him and smile and no word should be spoken anymore because he already know what he's living for.

Harry's broken.

And his silence is his loudest cry. Being a disturbance to Jane is the last thing he wanted to do so he remained quiet. And now, does she possibly hear him? Does she possibly hear his cries?

Harry's eyes, before, they were full of light. Now, they were pleading, they were dignified. All they could see was her; Jane's sweet smile that would settle peace in Harry's heart and would clean away every bit of hurt.

Can one simple prayer possibly put things back to where they were before? Can one simple wish make Jane change her mind?

If only Harry could make Jane's heart turn around and safely come back to his arms, then he would've done that, days ago. Why haven't he read her mind; the things that's about to happen?

Now, he has no left words to say. As he walks up to Jane's closed door, his head simply nod down to face the ice-cold marble floor because he doesn't have enough strength to look at her in the eyes and tell her everything she needs to know.

Jane might have noticed his actions and she might jump to conclusions. Harry wasn't jealous. He doesn't call it jealousy. He calls it fear of losing Jane.

It's the fear of losing someone as desirable as her, someone as worthy as her, someone as perfect as her.

He's not jealous. He's only afraid.

The whole time, it was Zayn with her. She looked happy. She looked safe. And for the first time, Jane looked contented that she doesn't need him anymore; that, Zayn's more than enough for her.

"If I'm louder Jane... Would you possibly see me?" Harry muttered, placing his hand on the cold, glass window where the view of Jane and his brother sets.

With a red rose on her hand and Zayn's hand on the other, Harry's heart broke a little bit more.

"Would you lay down in my arms once again and rescue me from this loneliness you've put me through?"