Welcome To Camp Vereiha {h.s. au}

Chapter 21

I sighed as I stood on the cabin porch, gazing up at the stars as the others stayed inside.

I was staring up at the moon, admiring how peaceful it shined down on such a damaged thing like earth.

"Thought I'd find you out here." A familiar curly haired boy walked over to me, leaning against the railing.

"I don't want to talk about the killer. I'd rather be alone."

"It's dangerous to be alone." Harry retorted with a small frown.

I just scoffed, still staring up at the sky. "I'll take my chances."

A lingering silence overcame the aura around us, making me sigh through my nose and glance over at him.

"He was the day." I whispered as I peered back up at the moon,

I saw him staring at me from the corner of my eye. He took in a long and shaky breath.

"She was the night."

"He lived for misty mornings." My throat felt full of cotton as he moved closer to me.

"She lived for crazy midnights." He whispered, fanning my face with his warm breath.

"He was the sun."

"She was the moon."

"They were opposite souls." I whimpered slightly as he gripped my hand that was on the railing.

"Yet both waited impatiently."

"For the rare days when," I barely whispered as I leaned my head back against his chest.

He reached out, cupping my face in his large hands as I spun around to face him.

"They might coexist peacefully." He finished as our lips were just barely brushing against each other.

I reached up to grip his shoulders, pulling his lips to connect with mine. We moved in perfect sync, like a beautiful piece of music.

Two very different people with tragic stories. Broken souls being fixed with staples.

And with every staple, every bullet wound making holes in the already damaged heart, breathing grew fainter, smiles grew weaker, until the day finally turned to night. Forever.

And the sun could no longer come out. But then again, the moon was no where to be found.

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I sat beside Harry, my hand in his as we all listened to Liam proposing a plan to make a raft or something.

All the while, Drew and Niall were staring at us and giggling to each other.

"It's about time!" Drew mouthed at me, making my eyes roll.

I tuned back into what Liam was going on about, saying that he wanted to just leave the island and not try to defeat the killer.

I kept listening to him ramble before I felt a sharp pain in my side- my stab wound. My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to distract myself from the pain.

I let out a quiet frown, my eyes snapping shut in slight agony. Harry gripped my hand tighter, asking me if I was alright.