Love Lies

Chapter 56

*Harry's POV*

I'm not much of a poet. In fact, I don't think I've ever wrote unless its on a report for school. But if there could be one way I could save someone, it would be through words.

I think that words are kind of under estimated a bit. Just a bit though. Words are words. Billions and billions of them out there, and in some moments, you can't seem to think of the right word to say. Out of all of those words in this world, you're lost of all of them. Its like searching through a bag of toys, and the one you want is all the way at the bottom. But you're just a little kid, you can't search that much. So you just give up. Later though, you regret not getting that toy. You could have been playing with it and enjoying its presence. But you gave up. You gave up on it, and now you're sitting here, wondering why you didn't just get the toy while you could have.

Why didn't I find the words?

Why didn't I do something?

She was right there. I saw her right there. But I was drunk, and I was stupid. I can't believe I let myself get her in the state we both were in. Especially her... If I wasn't so foolish, she wouldn't be gone, and I wouldn't be in my car, driving to who knows where.

Brittany was the love of my life. I knew it. I've never loved a girl before. I thought I had maybe once, but now I know it was nothing compared to what this feels like. It is something I cant put my finger on. This love can't really be described. I can't put it into words and you will understand the same way I feel. It is much, much more than that. It was something about the way she looked at me, and in her eyes, everything looked okay. Her eyes were so mesmerizing, and it was like I could just dip a paint brush into them and paint a masterpiece that would speak to everyone, no matter what age.

It was the way I got nervous around her. I've always been the cheeky boy, who has girls thrown at them left and right. I never got nervous around a girl. But when she would open her door and reveal her glowing figure smiling at me, I couldn't help but feel weak to the knees and this intense tingling in my chest. It would take away my breath, and before I knew it, I was lost of my words again.

There have been tons and tons of moments that I might have ruined, just because I couldn't find the words. And if I could save Brittany in one way, it would be through words. But when I say 'save' I don't mean rescue her from where ever she is now. Of course she would be saved through people. But I would need to save her mentally. After all she's been through, she needs to be saved. It wouldn't be through chocolates or roses, or even kisses. It would be through direct words, because words mean things. They are the only real things that you can believe. Even though you can't physically give someone words, you are giving them something so much more. If only I could get that chance...

I parked my car by a tall tree and opened my car door, a gust of cold wind hitting my pale, dried out face. I trudged my feet along the pebbles beneath my feet, and kicked a few every now and then. I finally came across my favorite lake. I kneeled down towards the water and picked up a flat stone. I curved my wrist and flung it toward the water, releasing the stone, skipping across the glass like water. It did four skips and then I tried again on another one. Three skips. After throwing a few more rocks against the still, night water, I looked up at the stars.

Then I did something I haven't done in what seems like a very long time.

I cried. It wasn't just one of those sad movie cries, where a few tears will slip out of the corners of your eyes. My throat started to hurt, from holding back and I knew I was soon to cracking. Then I just let it all out. My shoulders were shaking up and down and I took big, unsteady breaths. It felt like I was being stabbed repeatedly in the throat and in the chest. My hot tears were striding down my frozen cheeks, as I shivered. But it wasn't from the cold, it was from all of the hurt, pain, and suffering I've been threw.

I've been through hell and back, and I don't even know if she's alive. For all I know, the police could find her motionless, delicate body in the woods tomorrow, with no sign of the monster who is her killer. All I want to know is if she's alive.

She may not be safe, but I at least need to know she's alive.