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Hot As Hot Chocolate

Virginie's Point Of View

December 2nd

I must admit, I had trouble getting to sleep after Harry had told me he wanted to kidnap me. Part of me was excited as he always brought me on adventures and made me see something new when he did kidnap me in the past. At the same time, I was terrified. I just got used to be here and I feel safe now with Anne and Robin, it's not good to leave. I don't want to be seen and judged.

For a long time, I turned from one side to another trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I got closer to the edge and I surprisingly found Harry awake also. He was writing in his little journal and I caught myself staring at him. Never in my life I have seen him write. It makes me weirdly happy. I should have asked him more about it when we were together. I should have taken an interest in his writing, just as he was interested in mine.

He looks so focused and deep in his thoughts, I find myself looking at him until my eyelids get heavy and I start slowly, but beautifully falling asleep.

I wake up peacefully and it is seriously the most refreshing moment I've had since what seems like too long. I feel at peace. I didn't have bad dreams and I feel actually well rested. It gets me instantly in a good mood. I think about what happened to me and I get chills, but I feel good nonetheless. I can't change what happened to me. Of course, I'm still tormented, but at least, I don't have to feel alone anymore.

I roll on the bed and silently peek at Harry, still sleeping on the floor. His hair is in a mess and his lips are parted. They are pouted my way in a pretty appealing shade of pink. It gets me to remember how it was to kiss him for the first time. It was smooth, inviting and quickly it became consuming and I got surprise of how passionate it got me to be. He got out an other side of me I had never seen of myself, a more daring and confident side. He really knows how to make me feel like a woman, sexually and psychologically. It's ironic since he looks like a child in this very moment. I giggle to myself quietly. He is a child, a big child. But I don't think I would need anyone else than him to help me get through this. We talked about lots of things last night. Things that needed to be said and things I've said that I shouldn't have said, but what's done is done. I think back about when I told him he was my everything. I can't keep myself from rolling my eyes at the memory. I really shouldn't open myself that much that easily.

I sigh and lay on my back to look at the ceiling. I'm hot and I really need to pee. I get a foot carefully out of the bed and then the other to stand up. I take H's sweater off and I feel instantly very good. I think I was suffocating more than I had realised. I look at Harry one last time before heading out, making sure he is still sleeping and I did not wake him up. He looked so tired yesterday, he needs all the sleep he can have. I get to him on the tip of my toes and I see his little blanket all twisted between his long legs. I take the one on his bed I had been using and walk back to his side. I kneel to cover gently his body. I hear him moan and he turns on his side. He doesn't wake up, thankfully. I smile at this sight of him. He is exactly like he was when we were dating. I look up to his hair. Not being as long made them look not as greasy, but I didn't really care. Everybody's hair gets greasy, it's no big deal. I really like his short hair. He looks so much older, more mature, more handsome. I mean, he always was, but, I don't know, it suits him well. Anyway... I need to pee.

I get up and get out of the room. It's day already so the way is all lighten up and I feel my fears contained inside of me, for now, which is amazing progress for me. I get in the bathroom and look for a towel to wash my face and to dry it. I dry the drops of water that slide on my neck and it makes me remember the bruises on my neck and my collar bone. I don't wear any bra, unfortunately Harry had none in his closet, so I see the bruises on my breasts too when I lift H's shirt to my chest. I sigh and look at them thoroughly. They don't hurt as much as they did that night when Anne touched them. They are turning purple as the were a dark shade of red before. I look at myself in the mirror. It's over. You won't ever see him again. You are safe and far from where he is. You have Harry by your side and you trust him. But do I really? You trust him enough to feel safe with him.