Immortals || H.S.

XIX

(unedited again, oops)

Tina–

 

As the days rolled by, nothing seemed that interesting or worth worrying about; nothing felt like risking your life for the sake of, and nothing made anyone (or at least me) anxious. As for the years in the past, our whole fraternity was always standing on the edge, ready for any havoc which would cause us all to fall off; we worried about the members who were sent on tasks, worried about the lives of the members who weren’t even sent on tasks, too. We seemed to worry about everything going on around us, for everything around us has been absurdly chaotic and unsafe. As for right now, I don’t know what to decide.

I don’t quite know if the jeopardy’s rate decreased, or if it was increasing secretively and would strike us any moment unexpectedly. I don’t know if Eagles were resting their forces in preparation of a huge attack in the future, or if they decided to bring peace between both fraternities at last. My hands aren’t lying on the truth about what’s going on right now; and I think that the less the danger was, the more confused and uncertain we became.

And as the days rolled by, Harry and I became more and more tied together in so many twisted and complicated ways, but somehow, we kind-of liked the messed up fusion that our love has driven us both to produce. It was as if we were connected by a thin, invisible thread that seemed inexistent, but it was there, closing the gap between both of our hearts inch by inch as the time passes. Obviously, all the walls I have built up around me and my heart have been bombed to the ground, destroyed to scattered molecules flying within the air. All my well-kept defenses have perished to absolute nothing, and once-loud voices of my subconscious’s warnings that what was happening between me and him was wrong had faded in the back of my mind so long ago. He was making me break free from all the restrictions I have once put for myself, untying the ropes which were once holding my heart still, paralyzed, unable to feel a single emotion.

I didn’t only love Harry; I trusted him. And to me, the latter was the important deal, which once seemed totally impossible before he came into my life and turned almost everything up-side-down.

***

I was walking down the corridor of my office’s deck, looking at my feet as they stomped on the carpeted tiles, when I suddenly bumped into a broad chest. Looking up in shame of my immature distraction, my eyes connected with light brown ones which I knew too well; Andrew. I stepped back an inch before re-posturing my startled frame from the impact and then smiled apologetically. I waited for the gesture to be returned as per usual, but this time, Andrew did not smile, instead; the scowl upon his face deepened before he parted his lips to say something, then he suddenly closed them and looked at the floor. I stared at him in confusion with one of my eyebrows shot up.

“Uh – hey, Andrew,” I started, merely managing not to stutter while letting out the syllables. I succeeded. He snapped his eyes from the floor and then to mine, and I felt as if he were trying to see past my eyes, to somewhat read my mind or invade my soul. “Are you all right?”

He looked taken aback by my second question, to which he scrunched his eyebrows together in. He opened his lips, “And why won’t I be?” He answered my question with one of his; playing that filthy game I hated most. I decided to backfire.