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Harry's POV.
Real life is a very funny thing, you know?
It takes away everything you have, it plays with you and with your feeling, it makes you fall hard so that you will never be able to get up on your feet again. But at the same time, it doesn't stop from giving you hope, ever.
It's a kind of sick game between the two of you. The winner? The winner is always the one who has more patience, the one who can wait and strike at the right moment. But what do we win in reality? What's the price for so much suffering? So much pain and emotions? I guess the answer is pretty clear. Love and everything that comes from it.
Being in love, is wonderful. Nothing can be compared to it. nothing in this world can reach a kind of pleasure and peace that love can let you archive. The feelings you can feel when you are in love are amazing but also fragile. Just like the bluest of the sky. You just need to get distracted one second and it can easily turn into the darkest of the hells. That's what I felt when I saw Grace standing on the other side of the street, her white skin so beautiful, her blue eyes shining so bright. I was so happy that I felt like flying even over the nine cloud.
When I finally got the chance to wrap my fingers around her, she was gone. Like when you try to catch a butterfly but she always manages to run away, because she knows the second you will get your hands on her, she will die. And now I'm standing on my bed, my hands in my hair, nothing has meaning, nothing has reason to be anymore. I'm so out of place. Where will I go if she's not here? And why I can't get out of this place and go search for my girl? Is she okay? something is twisting inside my stomach, telling me she needs me but... where can I find her? all those questions, will ever find an answer?
There is a little knock on the door and I can't barely speak when I see who's standing right in front of me. Her pale blue hair falling from her face, framing her so familiar eyes, her dimples popping as she comes in. Wearing a leather jacket and a beanie that I swear, I have already see it somewhere. It's red and really nice.
''Hello brother,'' she greets me and hides her hands to her pocket before sitting right next to me. ''Didn't mom ever tell you, you need to fucking look before crossing, you dumb ass.'' she plays. I look at her so shocked. She smells like sand and wind. A smell I recall since when I was young.
''Kira? You can't be here... is this some kind of dream?'' I ask and Kira shakes her head in disbelief.
''Of course it's not. I've decided to come back from the land of milk and honey because I have anything better to do. You're still not giving up on these dumb questions of yours, are you?'' start to bite my nails and stare at her nervously. It makes me feel so overwhelmed having her here, right next to me. ''you took a nice blow here'' her finger are cold on my forehead and I stay there, feeling her touch again. '' I'm so jealous, that was a time I was the only one hitting you properly'' again, I don't say anything. Then she stops and claps her hands to wake me up from my dream.
