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The Touch Of Your Eyes

"Watch my eyes as they trail..."

April 10, 2012
The Bently Mansion Lake

I squeezed the sheet in between my fingers and buried my face in the pillow. I couldn't stop crying, and Harry wasn't even in the room.

"Hey. Are you awake.. oh my gosh." Harry crept into the room and crawled onto the bed, picking me up and bringing me in his arms, "Anastasia..?"

I looked up at him to see that his eyes were drenched in fright.

"I can't take this..." I closed my eyes and he sighed, pulling me closer, "Every time I try to get over you and accept the fact that it wasn't meant to be, you keep pulling me under. I'm getting so sick Harry."

"I know baby. Me too," he whispered on my forehead and we both laid back down. "But we can make it through this. I'm still trying."

"I'm trying too," I said, just before drifting off to sleep again.

When I woke up, I was in one of Harry's t-shirts and I was completely uncovered. But then I looked over to the side of the bed to see that I had pushed the duvet off.

I brought my knees to my chest and ran my hand over my forehead, pushing my hair back. I looked around the day-lit room and sighed. I stood up and walked over to the small window and looked outside. It looked beautiful outside considering that it brutally stormed last night.

Just then, Harry walked into the room and I looked over my shoulder.

"Are you okay?" he asked, stopping where he was.

"Yeah I'm fine." I smiled and he let out a sigh of relief before walking over to me. He had two tea cups in his hands and handed me one of them, "Why?"

"You scared the hell out of me last night, Anastasia. You were crying, and ripping at your hair. Every time I tried to calm you down, you would just cry harder and rip at your hair some more. I didn't know what was going on." He shook his head and walked up beside me, the light outside shining on his face.

But then I saw those scratches that Penelope was talking about: the ones running down his cheeks... As if he cried with me last night.

I reached up and ran my fingers down his red cheeks. "Why do you do this to yourself? Why do you cry over me?" I asked and he pulled my hand from his cheek.

"Same reason why you cry over me," he crinkled his nose, "Now I sound like a tit. Okay, I have a good reason to cry over you... I just don't know why at the moment."

I giggled a little and he walked over to the chair in front of his bed.

"Here, I brought you some leggings and some converse. We're going to the lake with Penelope and Brazton today," he handed me my leggings and converse and I cocked an eyebrow. "Penelope arranged it. Trust me, if today's plans were up to me I would sit in here and talk with you about last night. But no," he mocked and I laughed a little, pulling the leggings up my legs.

"Thank you." I smiled and he grabbed my arm, staring deeply into my eyes.

He gently stroked my cheek and pressed a gentle kiss upon my lips, "Ce est belle... What you do to me..."

I smiled and grabbed my shoes, walking out of Harry's bedroom as he followed behind me. "Are they in here?" I asked, on alert if they were.

"No. They're already outside waiting on us." He chuckled when I walked faster.

I tugged on my converse and he put his hand on the small of my back, making me slow my walk. Chills ran up my spine and I smiled at the feeling.