Compelled 2

12

The stunt I pulled with Shiloh worked. He had kept completely quiet for the past week. But he also predicted we were something more now than a meaningless kiss.

Saturday night I decided to visit the Statue of Liberty alone. All this time in New York and I hadn't seen it once up close.

I wore simple dark washed skinny jeans with my black leather jacket. My hair was straight to perfection and my makeup was on point. I grabbed my purse, slipping a mint piece of gum to chew then was on my way.

I took a cab to the tourist site which was way bigger in person than I ever expected. "Wow" I whispered to myself. "1 ticket" straight to the top I bought from the man behind the counter.

I made my way in the elevator cramped with a hoard. Heights never really scared me so as the elevator climbed excitement was the only emotion which left my stomach

Stepping out onto the balcony, my body lingered. My fingers grasped around the bar to claim a better view of the city below. Beautiful lights shimmered, beeping horns inaudible up this high.

"-ry. I'm sorry"

At first the noise was dim, and I labeled it as background talk. Once it got louder I recognized that the voice wasn't a stranger, but I couldn't quite pinpoint my finger on who it belonged to. Was it speaking to me directly, to my mind?

Then a light bulb flickered in my head. Harry had been the only one to do that. He could get inside my head and read my thoughts, he could even create some.

"I'm sorry"

It whispered again my head cocked left then right. No one. He had to be close. I pushed through the crowd of people, a few hollering nasty comments at my rudeness, but I didn't care. I had to find him.

Instead of taking the elevator I ran clumsily down a flight of stairs. Heaving out of breath I continued on. Just as I reached the bottom I saw a figure climb into the back of a taxi. I ran hoping to catch up and stop the stranger but they were too fast.

"Harry" I whispered hopelessly stuck in place "I don't know if you can hear me but, I love you"

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Later that evening I returned to campus getting caught in front of the school by Shiloh of course. "Where'd you go? I went to your room" "Shiloh-" I sighed awkwardly coughing "Mr. becs...you shouldn't be here"

"Really? You're not going to call me by my first name? No ones here" he leaned down to kiss me but I gently tugged on his chest. "No-"

He drew back running his hands through his eyes. "Please co-operate with me" "I'm trying" I argued picking my cuticles obviously not interested in acting anymore "not hard enough. If I remember correctly you were the one to make the first move. You kissed me"

"And it was a dumb mistake" I stated rather harshly pushing past his shoulder. A sting burned my heart, how could I be so cruel? Was this the person I was becoming?

An excuse sparked my mind, and I finally made the choice to speak. "I'm not over him okay, I'm not over my ex" Then I realized it was no excuse at all. All this time I was too afraid to confess and now that the truth came out tears brimmed the surface edges of my eyes.

My back still faced Shiloh and I bit my lip to choke back the sobs. After a while I was too weak to contain my hurt. A muffled sigh cried out from my tongue and Shiloh ran beside me. He wrapped his arms around shushing me. "Hey it's okay, I get it, I do"

His cradling arms only made me sob harder into his chest. My back convulsing up and down my tears soaking his shirt.

Without speaking Shiloh pulled away and I oddly felt a void of emptiness. His hand traced down my arm to my hand and laced our fingers together.