Requiem (Psycho Harry) *COMPLETED*

Part 41

Harry:

"I'm sorry." Hazel finally spoke, lifting her head up from my chest. Her tired brown eyes met mine as she timidly looked up at me, dried tear stains on her cheeks. The plumpness of her lips caused an urge to kiss her, and to kiss away all this pain conflicted upon us.

"What're you sorry for baby?" I whispered, stroking her hair back as if it is was the most precious thing in the world.

"I...I..." Words struggled to form, and her head fell down with defeat.

I rested my finger below her chin, lifting her head up. Her eyes were the colour of melted chocolate, and as they met mine it seemed to melt my heart.

Instead of using words, I pressed my lips to hers. Gently, feeling every emotion. The fine hairs on our skin tickling one another as we touched, our noses brushing like an artist delicately painting her canvas.

When I pulled back, I knew that she would tell me. And I also knew that my heart was about to shatter, like a glass chandelier in the centre of a ballroom.

"I gave...I gave Gale...what he..."

And she didn't have to say anymore.

"No, no princess you didn't. No you didn't, please don't say-" Tears streamed down her cheeks and she couldn't react, she couldn't say anything.

I stood up, gripping my hair. Images filled my brain of him on top of Hazel, their naked bodies tangled together. Her cries of pain as she pleaded for it to stop.

I choked on the air which filled my lungs, clenching my eyes shut.

"I did it for Saf, I didn't have a choice!" Hazel's voice cried out hoarsely, but I couldn't open my eyes. In fear that when I did, I wouldn't be the man who I last did when I closed them. But the monster inside will have resurfaced.

I felt her arms wrap around me, pulling my hands from my hair and attaching them to her waist.

As much as I wanted to curl into a ball and cry from the pain, I had to stay strong. I had to do this for Hazel.

So I opened my eyes, and I was still here. I was still Harry.

"You always have a choice. You always do." I stepped back away from Hazel, staring at her as she stared back at me.

"What would you rather it be, Harry?!" She exclaimed, her hands now in the air. "Saf dead, or me raped?"

I cringed at her words, pressing my wrists against my eyes.

"Answer me!" She screamed, the anger bursting through her.

I shook my head in rage, turning away from her and staring at the wall.

"Fucking answer me goddamit!" She stormed over to me, her hands pushing hard against my chest.

I grabbed a hold of her wrists. Making sure I was gentle, but firm. She squirmed and grunted, trying to break free.

"Hazel please-" I tried to speak, but she was too caught up in her own anger.

"FUCK YOU!" She yelled out, seething in my face.

"Why are we fighting?!" My voice over powered hers, and she stopped squirming. All the anger seemed to have leaked from her.

"It's been done. It's been done, and there's nothing I can do about it. It should be us fighting against them. Do you not see what's happening? It's turning us against one another. I can't describe how I'm feeling about what happened, but I can tell you that I love you. I love you Hazel. And that's all I know, and all I want to know. I don't want anything but you. And you've got to understand that. I care so damn much for you and seeing you like this-seeing you like this breaks my heart."