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Harry's POV.
I turn around and sure as hell I do not expect who I see standing there next to me, his so familiar eyes staring into mine.
''Dad?'' I question, maybe I'm hallucinating, which is possible since the pain is blinding me and making me do things I don't want to.
''Son. You know you scared us? I thought you were gone God knows where'' I lower my gaze and gulp down. I just want to be alone with my misery so I can punish myself for what I've done to Grace.
''I'm serious thinking about doing it. shame there is still something keeping me here'' I bite back and play with the diary in my hand. I don't know if I'm referring to Grace or my inability of seriously going away from her. My dad puffs and stares right in front of Kira's grave.
''She used to say that quote a lot, especially when we fought and she pretended to be hurt. She was so stubborn and silly.'' His tone is foreign, like he's not talking to me but with another person, who is miles away from here. And his eyes are glued to the piece of stone, reading Kira's words all over again. Like I did for hours.
'' I know. I was there most of the times'' I harshly point out even if I have no intention. I mean past is past, I should not care. but with Grace out of my life, I feel like past is the only thing left since I don't care about future and sure as hell don't want to live in the present.
''She was annoying as shit'' my dad says smiling as his eyes start to get a bit wet. '' when she was little, she used to bother you the whole time, like waking you up when you were sleeping, or jump on bed making my reading night fairy tales almost impossible.'' I remember those times, I remember them pretty well, because me and Kira ending up always fighting against each other. useless to say I was the one always getting hurt or bleeding.
''When she was nine, you sworn you would have never talked to her again because she broke your favourite toy. She felt so guilty that she used all her money to buy you a new one. Then begged me to give It back to you. And when you didn't take it, she came to me asking for help. She was desperate. I still can picture her tiny body standing in between my legs as she cries, her messy hair all over my knees. Kira never cried, she wasn't a silly girl, but she cared about you in a way that words will never been able to express. She was ready to die for your own happiness, like it was her own. she wasn't the selfless type, but she loved you so much Harry. and I'm sure she would have been so proud of you if she could see you now'' I laugh evilly as I tighten my grip on Kira's present.
''I don't think she will. I think she will probably be saying shit to me, because I'm an asshole and I deserve it. I hurt mom in a rush of rage and that's not something she would have been proud of. You know dad, the problem with you two, is that you think you know your children better than anyone else, but just because you gave us birth, doesn't mean you have the right to know how we think and act, if you don't even spend time with us.
