"You what?" I fiddle with my fingers and cock my head to his side.
The only word that I heard is 'sin'. And by the look on his face, it shows that he has committed a sin, but that doesn't make any sense now.
"I wish we never had this conversation" Harry turns away from my gaze.
"Harry what are you hiding from me?" I touch his hands, making his gaze turn back to me.
His hands are cold. The veins in his eye are bloodshot and they intimidate me. He closes his eyes and I can compare them to the mysteries kept hidden in a magic spelled box, which would devastate everything when set free.
"I said I was a Pro-Assassin" he speaks with his eyes still closed.
I take my hands off him and instantly his eyes open. I leave a little space between us.
"You kill people?" I blurt out.
My heart races and I feel difficult to form a detailed way of questioning him since my breathe rises and falls constantly and my organic function doesn't cooperate with me.
"Let's say I was hired to kill criminals. I was forced into this shit even though I didn't want to. I was abused for a year" his breathe chokes and he is ferocious right now.
If I still keep the distance between us, then I no longer deserve him. I hastily move closer to him and lay my head on his shoulder. He kisses the top of my head and rubs his hand over mine.
It's strange how the atmosphere changed in this room soon and certainly weird when I should be the one to comfort him, instead he is comforting me.
"I saw them" I whisper.
He hums.
I still remember the day I saw the bruises on his chest. He was abused at a young age and just looking at it made me faint. I have never seen such a sickening view in my whole life.
How could someone harm a person like that in a brutal way?
"You should go to bed Darlene. It's too late" he speaks out after a long time.
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I nod and head back to my room upstairs. I stop in the mid of stairs and stroll down to reach Harry's room. I push the door before he can close it completely.
"Darlene!" he calls me out in his mesmerizing raspy voice.
We stand there, in the middle of the night, in the silence, staring into each other's eyes. The dim light of his night lamp gives us the mild brightness, which helps us to see each other's face, not clearly rather I can see the outline of his face.
I don't fear him now. I know I shouldn't be falling in love with him, but I can't help it.
"I wish I could sleep in your bed tonight" I say without hesitation.
"Are you sure?" he scratches his neck like a shy teenage boy.
I nod and he makes way for me to enter the room. His room is large, that's all I can see for now from the light. Harry locks the door when I lay down on the mattress. It's so comfy. My mattress is nothing like this. It's good but not comfy. The comforter is too large for my size and I struggle to wrap it beneath my feet.
"Are you not comfortable?" Harry asks from behind.
He is sleeping with his arms covering his eyes and I'm very disappointed to see him leaving a space between us.
"No, I'm okay" I say and turn off the night lamp beside me.
The room is dark. I see nothing but black. Harry must be nuzzling into his pillow as I heard him shifting. All of a sudden, an arm wrap around my waist pulling me closer. My back hit his chest and I squeal.
"Shut up. It's me" he says, making my heart beat lower.
His grip is strong and soft at the same time. The only way he knows how to take care of me. His lips connects to the back of my neck.
"You still make puppy noises" he comments on my weird noises. I want to close my face in embarrassment and thankfully the room is dark. So he can't see me.
"I was wishing for this night since a long time. I was wishing I would cuddle up with you in my bed since you came here" he says which drives me crazy.
"I wish things had never changed between us" he whispers in my ear.
"It never had" I say.
He flips me, our foreheads and nose touching in an intimate way. My eyes are closed and I feel his intense breathe hitting my lips and am eagerly awaiting for his lips to connect mine.
"I'm sorry Darlene. For everything" he says. "Would you forgive me?" he pleads.
My eyes open to the meet the glossy ones, begging for forgiveness.
"I'm sorry Harry. I can't do that. I can't forgive you. I promised myself I won't forgive you" I say and he releases me from his embrace.
I can't say I'm disappointed. I had wished he would ask me to forgive him. He did and I couldn't forgive him. I have given him another chance and it's time he needs to prove his love for me. But deep in my heart I have forgiven him.
"I understand and I know how much I have hurt you. I don't deserve your forgiveness and I wish you would forgive me if you know what I have been through these past five years. I wish you would understand how much I have grown my love for you and how much I have missed you in those years back. I belong to the category where people have their true love standing in front of themselves but not lucky enough to have it. My days were spiteful but my nights were gentle because you were in my memories and dreams. I loved you then. I love you now. I love you forever" a single drop of tear escapes his eye, sinking my doubts of his love in the sea of sorrows.
My mind wanders from our childhood to the present day. He never lied when he looked into my eyes. He was sure about his love for me back then. If forgiving him would bring us back together from where we left, then I would forgive him with all my heart.
"I forgive you. If I could erase the past I would" I say and kiss him as intensely as I can, showering him with my love and he is taken aback by my sudden affection.
