Immortals || H.S.

XX

(This chapter begins from the moment when Tina was awaiting Harry outside of his dorm and met Courtney… don’t be confused please. and, unedited... again :\ )

 

Harry–

 

After I had got out of Augustina’s office, I headed straight for my dormitory, yearning for the comfort of my mattress and pillow, yearning for a deep, peaceful sleep for once in a lifetime. I was over-stressing myself due to everything going on in my life (or should I say lives..?); from my secret mission, to loving Augustina, to trying to save the both of us from the ending disaster, and to the fact that Gemma, my sister, would never allow me to do such thing; she would kill me before even managing to move a finger in the rescuing process. Everything happening around my fatigued body and soul wears my energy off; everything is destroying me bit by bit… slowly… painfully.

Placing a foot after the other, I started taking small steps towards my room in weariness, feeling afraid of sleeping, afraid of getting some rest, for my time is limited; if I have anytime to do anything, that is. I was scared of the idea of losing Augustina; it terrified and haunted me in my dreams and reality, too. I didn’t want to over-think about the matter, but how can I not? How can I not worry myself about what is to-come, when I know that there’s something awfully tremendous approaching her, not me. That something aims for her, it wants to destroy her, and thus; destroying me unintentionally in the process. I never in my life have felt incapable of doing or working out something, that was until now. Now, I feel useless, weak, and scared; terrified to be more specific.

Turning the silver-painted knob of the door to my dorm, I started thinking (or wondering) what if Gemma had never chosen me to play the role I am playing at the moment, what if she assigned somebody else to pretend being Harry Edwards and to pretend that he has fallen in love with Augustina Travis, for I pretended to be Harry Edwards perfectly fine, but was not able to pretend falling in love with Augustina Travis; I have already fallen. And that was the problem. Putting the verb ‘have’ in the present tense isn’t a very good sign, for it means that I still love her. And probably will, I spent the effort to remark mentally to my disapproving subconscious.

I don’t regret falling for Augustina, I just feel guilty for doing so, because I have put her in danger; in a harsh jeopardy that I have no way to get her out of. I hated myself with every bit of my soul; I hated the choices I had made in my life which lead me to this deathly point; I hated my family, my destiny… I hated Fate for placing me in this cruel circumstance that I have no further solution in order to fix things back. Maybe… just maybe, if I kill myself I would rid of everything, maybe I would be able to save her. But no, my death will only cause further trouble; it would cause her emotional death, and then the physical one by my sister.

Before I managed to sit on a chair in order to relax my worn out body, my phone had rung somewhere near the bed, forcing me to walk all the way to it before answering the call without checking the ID.

I sighed. “Harry Edwards.” I announced to the anonymous caller.

“Hello there, brother,” spat the person which the blame relies fully on; Gemma. “Long time, no see… or speak.”

“What in hell do you want from me now? Haven’t we agreed upon not talking to each other on the phone since you claimed we would get caught buy surveillance?”