That which we believed

Part 16

-I told you I didn't want to see you:-I reminded him, screaming.

My voice broke.

-What made you so suddenly change your behavior:-kept to ask him questions, even though I could hardly find my strength to speak.

He just remained silent. What I expected.

-I know, I told him.-You're silent because you have no answer, right...... Because it's all just another game of yours:-A tear stems from my eye

I ran down the street. At the first convenient opportunity, I hid. I needed a break. I stood behind a house. I slowly showed my head because I was really interested in Harry's situation. Whether she was playing with my feelings and emotions again. The view that opened in front of me left me in complete mystifiation. He was still standing in the same place. He put his hands on his face. His hair was snowy and his gaze was taken somewhere in the distance. Whether his behavior and actions were prompted by the search for his own benefit or he was truly sorry. Laughed the conclusions I had in my head. Harry had no heart to make love, he had no soul to force him to suffer. The only thing that gave him pleasure was hurting people around him.

Chapter 7.

I heard the bell ringing. It was so cold out there. The raindrops ran on my face, they sort of mixed with my tears. I went to the bathroom and made a few attempts to get coming around. Followed the time of Miss Bagshaw. I borrowed my place and prepared myself, subtracting the necessary things. Harry hasn't come yet. Actually, why was I even interested?

-Today we are ahead, an important lesson:-said lady entering with crashing

Like my attention was gone. I couldn't even connect the words to the Bagshaw. I was driving myself. Still kept to think about it. What did you do to get that part in my heart? How he managed to get through the gap that I've been digging for years. It's that easy. We're not for each other. And if my heart still doesn't understand, then I guess I'm going to have to explain it to him better. In my life, everything is planned. From the first to the last detail, there is no room for failures and disappointments.

The noise created by the door banging made me realize. The view was pathetic. Harry himself seemed angry and tense. His face was bruised by rage. The eyes were red, expressing the tide of energy.

From his hair runningdown water, and his lips somehow faded, giving an even greater mystery to his image.

-What you think:-You asked him lady, putting one hand on the desk next to her.

His gaze was still off the floor. What was his despair? What was the cause of his sadness and unhappiness. How did it ever change so quickly? Whether he's really sincere.

-You are late first, then show up in this kind:-His grill is Bagshaw:-Leave my desk:-she kept screaming.

He didn't even try to resist her. Now the subconscious smile was not playing on his face, the intriguing look was reduced as if he would never leave his chambers again. The spark in his eyes was extinguished, and the tremor in his voice was completely erased.

-Wait:-I stopped it.