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Grace's POV.
He's giving me his back, touching the glass with nonchalance as he puffs and checks his phone for what looks like the tenth time.
I gulp down and my feet take two steps back. I'm not ready for it. For him. The last time we saw each other, was just not enough far from this day.
I haven't thought about anything to say or if I want to say anything to him. I haven't had the time to prepare myself to this encounter.
Everything I have tried to keep buried, jumps right in front of me and I can't do anything to stop it from flowing. It's too strong. Too much for me to make it come back to the place where it came. That's because, Harry is not even here with me.
I feel something foreign wrapping around my right wrist and when I look down to the pleasant coldness that the touch has brought to me, I see a tiny little styled bird tattooed on it. Alex.
I raise my eyes and blink as his dark eyes search in my soul the pain I'm trying so hard to keep abbey. I'm too hypnotized into Alex's touch to care what Nathan is saying. he's the only thing that is keeping me with my head out of the water right now, warming the ice that is trying to form around my heart.
'' I told you not to come, damn you'' he cracks a smile and I find myself staring at him.
''Hey, you must be the Dark Boy'' Nathan tries to jump in the conversation and Alex reluctantly darts his eyes to him, not leaving my hand.
'' It happen to be me.'' he coldly answers and Nathaniel pulls a hand out. I can't seem to hear what Alex says because the man sited on the counter next to June, stands and after a quick nod to her, makes his way towards the exist. Only that his dark eyes land on me.
He seems so tired, he has black circle under his eyes and his hands are deep in his pocket but I can see his arms falling the second he recognizes me.
Something inside of my clicks and I blink again. The life coming back to place as the noises fill my ears.
''Grace...'' he mimics with his mouth and starts to walk in my direction.
He has beard and looks so much older than his actual age. That selfish coldness that once was the king of his eyes, seems disappeared. My brother seems to be back and as he stops only a few steps away, I feel like I'm meeting this new person for the first time.
''Grace'' he greets me and I lick my lips. I'm not afraid of him, I feel like an empty piece of stone and every time I try to ignore my indifference, I come back to that time at our old house where he admitted he knew about George all along, my heart can't help but get broken again and again. So I simply turn it off.
'' Oh Look, June is calling for me'' how mature from me. I move past him and pace the room till I'm right on the other side, as far from him as possible.
