Dark Times

XXVI: Ready

Dark Times

Chapter 26

Song: You and I (stripped) — PVRIS

  It was only a few minutes after he had left that I regretted everything I had said. It didn't take me long, just a few seconds to run out. But I really wish I hadn't at all.

   I took the stairs two a time up to our floor, stopping only halfway there to catch my breath. The more I thought about him leaving the more I thought about his chances of getting hurt. I had to do whatever I could to stop him from leaving in the first place.

I was willing to put my heart in the line for it.

  But when I got to his floor, and heard their voices, I stopped.

  They were yelling.. Stella.

   "You think it won't be long until she finds out! Until he finds out! Your little game has to stop, Harry." She yelled loudly at him.

"You already told Eloise's parents, what more do you want?" Harry's voice was lower than before.

   "You know what I want."

I  walked slowly towards the sound of their voices, they had left the door open. Harry's door, and from the corner of it I could peek right in.

   Her hands were both on his chest, he was only wearing a white tank and his boxers shorts, as if he had been getting ready when she came in.

   "Getting you way shouldn't be the only thing that matters to you Stella, why can't you just go and live your life?"

   I saw the tears in her eyes as she leaned to him.

   "I can't let go of you I can't..." she cried, and he tried to peel her off his arms, but she pushed them aside and pressed her mouth to his, still crying.

I stood there in shock, surprised at the physical pain this was causing me. It was as if someone had stabbed me, and I was slowly bleeding. I could literally feel the burn in my face as the tears pooled in my eyes, and I broke away from the door.

  There was really nothing to be said.

I ran before I could be discovered. Thankfully, Eloise's room was in the same hall. I didn't even knock, I just went in and let my knees fail me.

   "Kat?" She whispered, worriedly. She was sitting in her bed, covered in tissues, while her face looked probably worse than mine.

    "I'm fine." My voice trembled. After Damien, I promised myself I wouldn't let myself fall in love again.

I knew how bad it hurt, and I'm supposed to be this strong, invincible person, yet the smallest jab to my heart can tear me apart.

   "Oh Kat.." she whispered, getting out of bed and kneeling next to me, wrapping her small arms around me.

  "I'm supposed to be comforting you. Not the other way around." I cried in her shoulder, and she tightened her embrace.

  "We can comfort each other." 

  I hugged her back, and held her as she also cried.

  I wasn't used to having another girl this close. I left my parents a while ago, and I was so used to being alone that this felt so weird. Comforting, and wonderful, but yet so weird.

     I heard them before I saw them. Most of the men that had accompanied us once again decided into two jets, and I could see Harry from the window. They were all wearing uniforms, and for the first time so was Harry.