This Hostel Love

Preface

I watched as his tongue peaked out of the corner of his mouth, licking the icecream that had spilt. I wondered if he ever saw me this way, noticing such a simple act that he made look so beautiful. A smile pulled at my lips when his eyes met mine. I wish I had known that would have been the last time I shared a moment so precious with the love of my life.... or so I thought he was.

Visions of blood splattering onto my favorite dress fog up the happy thoughts I was lost in. I remindmyself to breath as I watch Blake tumble over. He was lifeless as he hit the cement, only a few feet away from where random people's children play.

Remember to breath.  I tell myself silently. Breath and look up. My eyes become glossy but I don't pay much attention as I frantically take in my surroundings.

I notice him, sitting in his black car wide eyed and staring at Blake. Well what used to be Blake I suppose he's just a body now. I regret meeting his eyes when I realize just how dark they really are. He looks so calm and collected with his arm resting on his window. My mind is telling me, no screaming at me to to run yet somehow I stay put. My heart racing as I see the strange curly headed boy rush over to me.

"Get up." His voice startled me. It wasn't loud like I had expected but the way it sounded took the breath from my chest that was now heaving up and down. "Get up now." His cold fingertips press into my skin, hard pulling me swiftly wasting not even a second.

I ignored the way my hands shook as he grabbed them pulling me along. I looked over at my shoulder and that's when the first tear fell down my cheek. The sight of the odd men throwing around the body that I was holding just this morning was the last straw for me. I would be sobbing if the adrenaline wasn't racing through my veins.
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"Who were you trying to kill? It clearly wasn't my Blake, so who?" After sitting in the same car for nearly two hours with the strange boy and two others  I finally decided to speak.

"Well, first things first my name is Harry." His pale hand reaches for mine but I swat it away and look out the window. I see him crack a smile and I can't understand how a murderer could possible be smiling in a time like this. "I am genuinely sorry about your friend,"

"Boyfriend." I correct him harshly.

"Ahh,I didn't realize." He pauses for a moment just smiling to himself while looking at me. The way his eyes study me makes me want to crawl out of my skin. "You're right though I wasn't trying to hurt him. He was simply in the way."

Something about the way his tone is so casual stirs something inside me, anger I think it is. He acts as if he didn't just end someone's life. As if Blake was just a detour in his destination.

"He loved me." I tell him, because for some reason I feel the need to not only share that piece of my life with him but also to prove it.  Maybe I was afraid of dying and no one knowing that I was loved or maybe it was the way Harry's eyes watched me.

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