"we're all killers. we've all killed parts of ourselves to survive. we've all got blood on our hands, something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive."
saige used to think the worst thing that could happen was the football captain not liking...
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Saige's POV
I've known Harry for about 32 hours and I've seen him changed moods more times that I can count on one hand.
One minutes, he's laughing and joking, genuinely laughing and smiling, but the next, he's cold and blunt.
I'm confused on how to act around him. Sometimes, I feel like I have to walk on eggshells around him in fear of saying something that'll piss him off, but sometimes, I feel like nothing I can say can break him because of how hard he is.
Harry is the most confusing boy I've ever met.
"Hungry?" I asked him.
He shook his head, turning his back to me. Oh, so it's one of those days.
"Maybe you should use the tampons on yourself." I rolled my eyes playfully in hopes of lifting his mood.
He scoffed, getting up and grabbing his jacket, leaving the house, a slammed door behind him.
I jumped, sinking further into the couch, tears started to burn my eyes. It was stupid to even think about cry, I just wanted him to smile.To know he was apart of our trio.
"What the holy hell was that?" Asher asked, pulling a shirt on as he stumbled down the stairs.
I swiped the tears from my cheeks, turning away from him and clearing my throat. "Harry."
"Where'd he go? Are you crying?" He asked, sitting beside me.
"It's fine."
"What happened?"
"I said it was fine, Ash!"
He raised his hands in surrender, pulling back. "Jesus, okay."
***
I was in one of the back bedrooms, a map put up against the wall, trying to figure out an actual destination on where to go. I was tired of roaming around and waiting for someone to rescue us. If we were going to be rescued by anyone, it was going to be ourselves.
I've heard rumors of some kind of sanctuary or save haven, but it was nearly across the country. If we were to get there, it would be possibly a year, that's if everything goes well.
I had the top to a marker between my lips as I drew lines of roads to take, places to raid, destinations, reasons to keep going.
A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts as I turned, seeing Harry leaning against the doorway, his face void of emotion.
"What is it?" I asked, turning away from him.
"I uh- I wanted to apologize for earlier," he said softly from behind me. "I shouldn't have stormed out like that, I have days like that, I'm sorry."
"Thanks." I said, focusing on what I was doing.
"What are you working on?" He asked, coming up beside me.
