We belong together [Rewriting]

02 [Rewritten]

~Harry

We don't get to pick the things that fix us, make us whole, make us feel purpose because if we did then we'd choose ourselves to be the things that fix us instead of giving so much power to others.

Those were my thoughts as I carried Eve upstairs to her room. Looking at her, so petite and fragile yet she holds so much power of over me. She is the thing that fix me, make me whole, completes me.

Seeing her at the party was random and a shock. The one day I wasn't looking for her, the one time I wanted to get her off my mind she appears in real life, to haunt me. I regretted letting Kevin drag me to that house but after ducking their invites almost all summer I thought, why not?

Why not indeed? Life soccer punched me in the face that's why.

So many emotions were swirling around in my body. Anger, resentment, joy, relief. I knew that I missed her, I just didn't know how much. Not until I saw her in that mini dress that hugged every curve of her body. Going from her shoulder blade, curving according to her shape, around her small waist, over her petite yet curve ass and stops just below her ass.

I believe in no diety or any higher power but at that moment I knew something higher was at work.

One foot after the other, I carried her up the stairs. Each step seemed to cause her to stir in her sleep but only to snuggle deeper into my arms. The feeling felt a little too familiar. It tugged me in all sorts of directions, stirring emotions in me.

"Thank you for bringing her home." Wren's sleepy, rough voice reached my ears.

As if I didn't know my way around, Wren led me through the corridors, past many closed doors up until we got to Eve's room. This house was a mansion, the real kind with so many rooms. She opened the door, my eyesight immediately assaulted by the bright pink that welcomed me.

An unfamiliar decor greeted me. The smooth surface which use to be cream white was now pink and back, each wall alternating between pink and black. Even the bed covers followed the same theme, some pillows pink and some black. Shifting my eyes to her dresser which was now pink, the borders around the mirror painted pink and yet the drawers were painted in black.

My eyes from wandering around the room, I couldn't stop it. Although it was different from when I knew it, it has more personality this time around that it did back then. The monotone vibe it gave off before was no more.

Two picture frames sat at each side of both nightstands. A frown made its way to my forehead when I tried to make out who were the people on the frames then it disappeared when it dawned to me that they were stock pictures that came with the frames.