"Looks like you're his next victim."
"Jesus Nova, didn't your mum ever warn you about creatures like me?! I'm not good for you and I'll end up ruining you or killing you!"
He wasn't human. There was nothing human about him. His blood was cold and hi...
"She tastes like sunlight and she's always gonna be there in the back of your mind Is there time to rewind? Were you born to live or born to die? Forget and forgive, there's a place you can live"
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Harry
The bland sound of my phone buzzing on the bedside table next to me was enough to pull me out of the tranquil slumber I found myself in. I open my eyes and rub away the tiredness that still lingers, not feeling completely aware of my current surroundings. I go to sit up, but a heaviness on my chest stops me, causing me to look down at the golden hair that fans across my abdomen.
I blink a few times before frowning, noticing Nova's head laying just under where my heart is, the bottom half of her body completely consumed by my black bed sheets and comforter, her head tucked comfortably on my body as if it's a pillow.
I admire her for a few seconds, only being able to see a small piece of her due to the angle she's laying in. Her bangs cover most of her face while her pink lips stay parted, a look of pure peacefulness washed over her. I smile for a second before the continuous noise of my phone vibrating against the table pulls me away, remembering how I still need to answer my phone before Nova wakes up from the irritating buzz.
I carefully lift Nova so she can lay her head on the mattress as I slide out from under her, watching as she only stirs for a second, muttering to herself before resting into the warm bed sheets where I was just laying. I grab my phone and quickly relieve it from its noise-making duties. Walking briskly to the door, I slide out of the bedroom and head towards my office so I can have some privacy and not bother the angel sleeping in my bed.
"Hello?" I answer the phone, making my way into the office, turning on the lamp that sits on the desk to shine some light in the dark room.
It's about 7 in the morning, but the Chicago streets are flooded with rain and dark ominous clouds, making the once alive city feel duskier and gloomier than usual.
"Hello my sweet boy," my mum speaks on the other end of the phone, her voice having the potential to be cheerful, but instead comes off as impassive. "I'm so sorry I haven't called my dear, I've been meaning to, I-I just-" I frown at the woefulness in her voice, my chest panging as she attempts to explain why she hasn't been able to call me.
"Mum, please don't apologize," I sigh in almost a whisper, sitting down at my desk, keeping my hardened gaze on the rain falling outside. "Don't ever apologize for his wrongdoings. I know you'd call every day if you were given the chance," I feel my hands clenching into fists as I think about the lack of freedom my mum has, hating how much control she's put under.
"Harry...how are you?" she asks, her voice soft as silk. "I miss you more than you can imagine," her voice trembles on the other end, causing me to wire my eyes shut at the pain that's embedded in her voice. "I just can't wait to see you again," she finally says, her voice cracking as a small sob breaking through the speaker of the phone.
