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Harry's POV.
'' You should stop you know? It's been a ten days and you look a bit pathetic now'' Cassandra states and I stumble to the next shelf, searching for a book a costumers ask me to find. I can't wait to go home and get drunk so I can see Kira again. I'm talking like an insane man, acting weird and stuff because I think I'm so close to go mad for real.
I don't even know why I'm working here anymore. The first time I put a foot in here, I had an aim, I had a life to hold on, a girl to love. Now I only have ghosts and nightmares. They're like the raging sea knocking to my doors because they can't wait to pull me under. Kira has been the only thing keeping me up, keeping me sane. If this state of mind I'm forced to live can be called sanity.
'Mind your own business Cassandra and stop drooling all over me. I'm not in the mood.'' I find the book I'm looking for and go to the little girl who was waiting for me.
''Here'' I say and she smiles widely, dimples popping up. she's alone, maybe around six, long red hair falling in loose curls, her eyes so big and clean.
Her innocence, is something I want to shelter so much because it remains me of Grace. The way her eyes go wider each time she sees something that surprises her. Even after all the bad she has been through, her soul managed to get out untouched from it.
Grace. I sigh and turn to go keep company to my silent friends.
I bump into Cassandra who casually puts her hands on my chest and linger her touch for far too long, her face coming closer to me. I snort so annoyed and lowering my voice, I try to make her understand, it's not the right moment to irritate the shit out of me.
'' Hands off'' I state slowly and her lips part into a very seductive smile, challenging me to make her obey.
'' Or what? What are you going to do? The little girl Is still here'' ouch. I turn around to glare at the tiny little doll behind me and notice how she's tightening the grip on her new book and the stuffed bear, afraid of my reaction.
Children are really sensitive when they're this young. They can feel the danger; I remember myself at her same age. Life was way easier than this, I don't want to make her see how bad people can be. It's too soon. She has a lot of dreams to live before it will be too late. Before people will crush her down.
I grab Cassandra's wrists in my hands and jerk them off of me before walking away, puffing repentantly. I walk at the second floor and pace back and forth trying to calm myself. It's so hard for me to control the monster inside of me, it seems like he's growing by the second, eating the light inside of me. the moment my guard lowers, the memories start to come back, memories of her milky skin, her blue eyes glaring at me in the dark. Her lips modelling themselves under the fury of mine. My hunger has always been something for Grace to take care, but now, it seems like is tasting me piece by piece my departure, waiting for the time where there will be anything else to take.
