"Can I ask you something?" I had to ask this. To answer the question I'd wondered for years.
"Sure," Harmony answered me. Her tone was wary but it wasn't...exactly...hateful...
"How bad did my dad hurt you that night."
She pulled down her hood as she spoke, "uh..."
"You don't have to answer."
"I'll answer."
"So?"
She pulled her shirt sleeve up.
A huge scar. I wanted to close my eyes.
"He... really hurt you. Does it still-?"
"Every time something taps it."
I was silent.
Harmony spoke, "Do you remember when I asked you for help?"
How could I forget?
Her terrified voice. She was shaking, "Please help me!"
"I'm sorry," my voice shook, looking at the present-day Harmony, "it's my fault."
"I'm sorry too."
I knew she was talking about my mom.
She looked at me, "There's nothing I could have done though."
"I know." I know...
"So why do you hate me?"
My watch beeped: 10:00 P.M.
The question seemed to loom above me.
Harmony spoke, "Look I'm not saying we need to be friends. I'm just asking why do you hate me?"
"I don't know."
"You can't explain it. I understand."
"Yeah, it's..."
"impossible."
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Подростковая литератураIt's Impossible! Thats what Harmony and Liam have always told themselves... It's impossible-- to forget... to forgive... to win... to love... But when will they learn that just because it seems impossible doesn't mean it really is? --- Co-written wi...
