"You know, what I really crave for at the moment?"
I whispered with a smoky tone, leaning closer to his non-existent face. "Your death..." My tone became quieter as I jabbed the knife into his torso, repeatedly.
The dark reddish blood was flowing...
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°⿻ꦿ Ordeal of reality.
I rushed back to the house without even glancing at his face and before long, I was watching Henry rock back and forth on his heels.
My lips lifted up in a small smile while scanning him quietly, it was an incredible feeling seeing someone get worried about you, even over the simplest of things. He turned around after a while, his brows bumped together in a scowl and he bounced closer to me.
"Where were you?" He questioned worriedly. The giggle rolled out of me without any particular reason. He furrowed his brow. "Are you okay?" He queried. The question made me burst into laughter.
"Since when am I okay?" I ask between laughs.
"Since the day I met you, you were never fine." He murmured quietly, despite the softness, I still heard him clearly.
"Exactly," a single tear slid from my mournful eyes falling into my dry skin; his hand cupped my cheek while his thumb wiped away the tear. I rest my head on his palm placing my hand over his.
"I'm glad you're here," I kissed his palm softly.
"I'm glad you're in my life too." He kisses the top of my head, lips soft and warm. There was this sense of protection in his kisses above anything else.
With the timing of the all-knowing, the witch Hannah had come into the room, quickly pulling us apart. A sigh had left my lips before I clumped upstairs to my room and flung myself into bed, staying there for four hours without any movement, eating, or talking--just lost in silent thought. I didn't know if it was the society that made me like this, or if it was the happiness that was forbidden to find me.
Did I even have a happy childhood? I wondered and I wished I could remember my past, despite the part of me that was frightened to know. Maybe, what I had was worse. I'll never know, but I knew that I must hold on in life and never give up even if I'm feeble.
I shambled to the window for fresh air and that was when I saw Liam again, standing in his room's window too. He waved foolishly whilst smiling widely, his smile was the prettiest that I have ever seen, it was pure and innocent, like a child.
I was standing straight with my arms crossed emotionlessly, I even tried to glance away from him. However, he didn't give up. He got a paper and pen then wrote 'Hey, fuck-off-girl' I held myself from smiling in front of him, 'you look out of the mood from earlier, so can I treat you with a beer?' he wrote another note while his lips moved in "please".
