Harry's POV
She is the first person I have told. I never thought I would share it with anyone else. I've always thought it was too painful, too personal of a memory for anyone else to know of.
But now she knows.
As the details of that day slip from my lips I study her.
Her hair falls in soft ringlets which cover her shoulders. As the wind blows through the trees the unruly curls are tossed across her face. Her eyes are deepened to the color of caramel, like sugar coming to a boil. They are slightly squinted as she strains to hear every single word I am speaking. She is concentrated and listens to my story as if her life depends on it.
When I finish replaying the memory we sit together in silence.
She looks over at me and sends a small smile. No words are spoken as she stands and walks back in the direction we came from, brushing pine needles from her legs along the way.
I am left in the forest alone.
Brooke's POV
I ache for him.
I don't know what I expected to hear, but the tragic words he spoke were not what I had in mind.
All I can manage to do is give him a sad smile. He looks deep in thought so I decide to walk back to the house. I feel pine needles scratching the back of my legs as I stand. I look towards the sky and see that it has turned dark. The moon is full and a million tiny stars shine bright.
I step into the bathroom and change into comfy clothes. After grabbing my favorite book from the nightstand next to my bed, I walk down the hall and curl up on the couch. I'm in the world of my book when I hear a door open and look up to see Harry sitting across from me.
"I - I was wondering if I could still stay here." He looks down at his hands as he talks.
"Of course" I say in a cheerful tone.
He smiles but his eyes still look sad.
"Do you want me to get you some blankets?" I don't know if he needs blankets or not. Do ghosts get cold?
"Yes please"
He seems polite and now that I know his story, I regret how I acted when I first met him.
I walk to a small closet down the hall and pull out two blankets that I stored when I unpacked. I drop the blankets off onto the couch and walk into my bedroom, leaving him alone for the second time today.
As soon as I get under the covers and am drifting off to sleep I begin to feel guilty about leaving him without a word. I slip out of bed and go back to the living room. He's sitting in the same place he was when I left. When he hears me come in he shifts slightly so he can meet my gaze.
"Goodnight Harry"
This time he sends me a real smile - one that meets his eyes.
"Goodnight beautiful."
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the only one // h.s
Fanfiction"she looked at him like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time" the only problem is - he can see the sun, but it can't see him.
