The Altar

I was drowning, you pulled me up. I was caged, you let me fly. I was broken into a million pieces, you glued each one of them together. I have always been miserable without you. I won't say I want you. No. Because this feeling, this overwhelming emotion, this blood wrenching desire isn't one of want. It is one of need. I need you so bad, it's not even a joke. I need you so I can live, I need you in order to survive, I need you so I can die, God, I need you all the time.

"If you had loved me like you said you did, you wouldn't have fucking left me at my worst, Vienna!", he punched the wall beside me, seething with wrath. "Damn! You have finally manned up now, haven't you? Demanding answers to questions you don't want to hear. Well guess what Harry, now that I see this sickening, miserable version of yours, I am quite disappointed that I did not leave your sorrowful ass at the earliest", I was surprised I could lie so effortlessly about this with a straight face, but I guess that just comes naturally when you are a trained spy forever dealing in espionage. You just lose any kind of ability to clearly show your emotions. I can see his eyes gaining the same dark look he had when he first saw me at The Altar after years of knowing I left him without a single word of explanation. But there's no going back now. I have to face this side of him, I have to face Him.