Secrets

Truly Care

Harry's P.O.V.

Her house is nothing what I was imagining it to be.

Outside it appears as a small cottage-type house, much like what you see in a village. The grass is perfectly cut, unusually green for the cold season. Stone covers the front, colors ranging from light brown to a grey-black color. It is quite lovely I must say.

Walking inside, the first thing I see is the huge arch, separating the living space from the door way.

I follow Blaire to the living room, observing everything I see.

A rustic fireplace is the focal point, with a television hanging above it.

Candles, pictures, and varieties of plants line the shelves mantled to the wall.

Seating is available in the large room, consisting of a long couch and several matching chairs.

The walls are painted a deep crimson, coordinating with the beige furniture. Brown patterned curtains line the bay window, the view being simply the woods lining the back yard.

Looking up, I notice the ceiling extends quite a long way. Lighting is provided in the room by a expensive looking chandelier, along with several lamps.

"I'm going to get ready, I won't be too long. Just make yourself comfortable."

I use this as an opportunity to walk around the house, exploring each room.

There is a long hallway in the opposite direction of the kitchen, it extending off of the living room.

I make my way down it, coming to a set of French double doors at the end.

Walking in, it appears to be a library. Shelves upon shelves line the walls, them being filled with every book possible.

There must be hundreds, more genres than I've seen in one room in my entire life.

The majority of what fills the shelves is love stories, some classic literature and some recent.

Pride and Prejudice, sits in front of me. Along with Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, and If Tomorrow Comes, a few of my favorite novels.

One book that has no title catches my eye. It has a leather cover, held together by the tie wrapped around the pages. The pages are very old, very wrinkled around the edges. On the side of the book is engraved 'ne pas ouvrir', a French term meaning 'do not open'.

Whatever is inside must be personal, not for my eyes to see.

As tempting as it is, I decide not to open the book.

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Blaire's P.O.V.

What to wear, what to wear.

Dressy?

Casual?

Why does it matter? It's just Harry.

Just Harry.

He's trying to get inside my head, trying to break the walls I've built so well.

Not going to happen.

My subconscious is telling me to give him a chance, to get to know him before I push him away.

But that's what I do best; push others away.

I can't be fixed, anything broken as I is like glass, once dropped it can never be mended back to its original state.

Maybe I don't need to go back to who I originally was. Change is good, right?

My original self is what got me into this darkness, being too blind to see what was right.

The girl I was before was not who I want to be.

The girl I am currently is not who I want to be.

Change. Change is what I need.

Can you change even when you are broken beyond repair?

I wish the answer was yes. I hope the answer is yes. I need the answer to be yes.

The feeling of being whole again I so desperately crave. The feeling of caring for others, being cared for, is what I long for.

Maybe, just maybe, over time I can feel this way again.

I just need that one person.

Someone who will try their hardest, who won't give up when things get rough.

Someone who will stay by my side when I am feeling down.

Someone who will wipe the tears from my face when I've had a bad day.

Someone who will care, truly care.

Someone I can trust.

I think fate might have given me the chance to finally meet that person.

I just hope everything won't fall apart in the end.