The Day After Tomorrow (Still on Hiatus)

Day Three

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Kyla's POV

The next day was nothing but silence. 

It wasn't even awkward anymore, which I wish it was because it would be better than this. We didn't even look at each other, and all I wanted was to see comfort in those bright, green eyes. My stomach drop, as unknown feelings continued to pour into my body, filling me up with nothing but confusion. 

Maybe this is what it felt like to have a crush; to feel like you just need them. I felt my chest tighten as the word floats in my head. 

Need.

The only people I've ever needed was my family. And for Harry to make me need him, made me angry. He has no right to make me feel this way (yes, I will continue to blame him for my feelings, so don't even think about telling me I shouldn't), and I just want to hit him as hard as I can. 

This isn't fair; not even close. Why does Harry do this? Why does he make me feel this way? I've known him for two days, how is it that I feel like I need him to exist? 

I fucking hate these feelings, and I fucking hate Harry (okay, maybe I don't). 

"Where is this 'safe haven', anyway?" I snapped at him, my eyes slicing into his - or at least they would if he were actually looking back at me. But of course, he isn't. 

"People were telling me it was near what use to be Kronenbourg County Park in Oregon. They say it's protected by stonewalls, preventing to keep the Razors and Rippers out." He answered blankly, his tone lacking the usual happiness that he has had since I met him. I feel like I stepped on his flame, and blew out his glow; a glow that I had secretly loved so much. I gulped and looked down, before nodding - not even caring that he didn't look to see.. 

This I'm-not-going-to-talk-to-you-unless-I thing hurt. It was like knives were stabbing into my chest with each second that rang with this deadly silence. I wanted him to talk to me; to tell me about his life back in England. I wanted him to tell me that he was glad he met me, and that he's glad we are "partners". But he won't, because I'm too scared to feel. I'm too scared to feel anything, and for once, I fucking hate it. 

"Let's stop here, I think I see a few apple trees." He says, and I was going to object, but I didn't. I was hungry, so I guess I was going to have to suck it up.

"There's one," he says, "over there." He points, and I follow this finger, nodding. "Okay, I'll climb it and drop the apples to you." I said, but didn't wait for his confirmation, as I began to walk towards the tall tree. 

One thing I have learned over the years is that, while climbing a tree, you can't try and rush things. If you do, you will slip, and probably break a bone or two - maybe even die (depending on the height). 

Trust me, I know how that turns out.

When I pressed my foot against a low branch, I looked at Harry - hoping for a "be careful" from him - but his lips never moved. And I don't know which hurt more - the pain in my breathless lungs, or the shattering of my heart - but I swallowed through it, and began to climb.