Before
The Beginning
Prologue
H A R R Y
November 15, 2015
Suddenly, we rushed out into the almost below freezing and snowy Virginia night air. We had just seen one of those movies she so direly wanted to see. Her being her and me being me, I just couldn't say no. I mean how could I? From her long blonde hair to the feet that everyone made her to be. From her kindest smile to the threatening glare. And to the dainty fingers that worked their black magic, all which made her the one.
After we had made a full sprint to my used 2003 Honda Accord, I had quickly with shaken fingers opened her door to let her inside first and then went on to the driver's side and turned on the car letting all of its fluids heat up. I looked over to see her rosy red cheeks on her now pale skin as she tried her best to warm up her hands in a caveman-like fashion. Her hair flowed freely from her grey beanie, oddly her favorite color. Her skin might have been pale but her lips were forever a luscious pink and her eyes were still ice grey.
"What?" That almost too immaculate smile came across her face as she realized my intense stare. She looks just like some Hollywood actress or model on one of those gossip magazines.
Flashing a cheeky smile, I put on my seat belt. "Nothing," I said and she cocked one beautifully arched eyebrow knowing that it was something but I couldn't come right out with it and say it. I didn't want to scare her. How would I sound saying I'm in love with her with only three months of dating? Ridiculous and head over heels insane thinking she'll feel the same way or even say it back. Its not a risk I'm willing to take.
I had slowly pulled out into the lightly blanketed street. It was only the beginning of November and we've seen six to seven inches of snow so far. Yet people were still on the streets like it was what Americans like to call 'Black Friday'. Mila tried explaining the meaning of the term but of course, I didn't understand. American culture is so weirdly stupid.
"Are you staying for Chinese tonight?" Mila asked while she was one her phone, most likely texting her father. Thursday nights were always Chinese takeout night. Its Mila's favorite and we always get it from the same restaurant seeing as it's authentic and not filled with a bunch of fried grease. She even tries to force me to eat with chopstick in which I fail and she giggles at my inability to pick up sticky rice and moo shu pork.
Pursing my lips, I gave it thought. "Is your father going to be there?" She gave me a look that screamed 'Really?' and rolled her eyes. "What? You can't blame me! I see him five days out the week from 3:25 to 6:45 and then I have come to you with the immense... wildebeest answering the door!" She laughed at my nonsense rambling.
Her father is 6'3, approximately 145 pounds of lean muscle, and a scorn almost as painful as Mila's. Every time I came to the door it was a face full of disapproval. He's just a huge and intimidating man. "He actually likes you Harry," she said with a grin and batting her long eyelashes.
"That's hard to believe with his eyes going through me like glass." She smiled and shook her head. "But I guess I'll stay." Her face brightened up and a smile was abroad on her face. She was gorgeous. The kind of gorgeous you don't ever want to leave alone. The kind that made you smile at random times of the day. She was my kind of gorgeous. The kind I could get use to a hundred years from now.
We're both seniors this year and I doubt that she has no interest in going out of state any time soon since her dad and Jax is here so there's no reason for to really leave. That's all she really has left and I understand that. My mum and Gemma are the only two influential people, besides Mila, in my life. These three girls are all I have.
Stopping momentarily at the red light, I glanced over at Mila taking in every fine detail. She had one of her curious faces on. For someone who has never left Virginia, Mila was very fascinated by the snow. She carefully watched the snowflakes fall down from the dark skies. It was like watching a bunch of white lights in a choreographed dance. She turned her head toward me and smiled. That had been one of my favorite moments with her. That smile. It would be the last smile I'll see from her in a while. To be specific, it would be sixty-nine days until I would see her icy grey eyes again. That's ninety-nine thousand three hundred sixty minutes. Ninety-nine thousand three hundred sixty minutes I could have had holding her hands, walking her to class, laying on my bed having pointless conversations, late night texts, telling her how beautiful she looks, kissing her always honey coated lips. . . Ninety-nine thousand three hundred sixty minutes I wasted not telling her I loved her.
H A R R Y
November 15, 2015
Suddenly, we rushed out into the almost below freezing and snowy Virginia night air. We had just seen one of those movies she so direly wanted to see. Her being her and me being me, I just couldn't say no. I mean how could I? From her long blonde hair to the feet that everyone made her to be. From her kindest smile to the threatening glare. And to the dainty fingers that worked their black magic, all which made her the one.
After we had made a full sprint to my used 2003 Honda Accord, I had quickly with shaken fingers opened her door to let her inside first and then went on to the driver's side and turned on the car letting all of its fluids heat up. I looked over to see her rosy red cheeks on her now pale skin as she tried her best to warm up her hands in a caveman-like fashion. Her hair flowed freely from her grey beanie, oddly her favorite color. Her skin might have been pale but her lips were forever a luscious pink and her eyes were still ice grey.
"What?" That almost too immaculate smile came across her face as she realized my intense stare. She looks just like some Hollywood actress or model on one of those gossip magazines.
Flashing a cheeky smile, I put on my seat belt. "Nothing," I said and she cocked one beautifully arched eyebrow knowing that it was something but I couldn't come right out with it and say it. I didn't want to scare her. How would I sound saying I'm in love with her with only three months of dating? Ridiculous and head over heels insane thinking she'll feel the same way or even say it back. Its not a risk I'm willing to take.
I had slowly pulled out into the lightly blanketed street. It was only the beginning of November and we've seen six to seven inches of snow so far. Yet people were still on the streets like it was what Americans like to call 'Black Friday'. Mila tried explaining the meaning of the term but of course, I didn't understand. American culture is so weirdly stupid.
"Are you staying for Chinese tonight?" Mila asked while she was one her phone, most likely texting her father. Thursday nights were always Chinese takeout night. Its Mila's favorite and we always get it from the same restaurant seeing as it's authentic and not filled with a bunch of fried grease. She even tries to force me to eat with chopstick in which I fail and she giggles at my inability to pick up sticky rice and moo shu pork.
Pursing my lips, I gave it thought. "Is your father going to be there?" She gave me a look that screamed 'Really?' and rolled her eyes. "What? You can't blame me! I see him five days out the week from 3:25 to 6:45 and then I have come to you with the immense... wildebeest answering the door!" She laughed at my nonsense rambling.
Her father is 6'3, approximately 145 pounds of lean muscle, and a scorn almost as painful as Mila's. Every time I came to the door it was a face full of disapproval. He's just a huge and intimidating man. "He actually likes you Harry," she said with a grin and batting her long eyelashes.
"That's hard to believe with his eyes going through me like glass." She smiled and shook her head. "But I guess I'll stay." Her face brightened up and a smile was abroad on her face. She was gorgeous. The kind of gorgeous you don't ever want to leave alone. The kind that made you smile at random times of the day. She was my kind of gorgeous. The kind I could get use to a hundred years from now.
We're both seniors this year and I doubt that she has no interest in going out of state any time soon since her dad and Jax is here so there's no reason for to really leave. That's all she really has left and I understand that. My mum and Gemma are the only two influential people, besides Mila, in my life. These three girls are all I have.
Stopping momentarily at the red light, I glanced over at Mila taking in every fine detail. She had one of her curious faces on. For someone who has never left Virginia, Mila was very fascinated by the snow. She carefully watched the snowflakes fall down from the dark skies. It was like watching a bunch of white lights in a choreographed dance. She turned her head toward me and smiled. That had been one of my favorite moments with her. That smile. It would be the last smile I'll see from her in a while. To be specific, it would be sixty-nine days until I would see her icy grey eyes again. That's ninety-nine thousand three hundred sixty minutes. Ninety-nine thousand three hundred sixty minutes I could have had holding her hands, walking her to class, laying on my bed having pointless conversations, late night texts, telling her how beautiful she looks, kissing her always honey coated lips. . . Ninety-nine thousand three hundred sixty minutes I wasted not telling her I loved her.
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