The Rose and It's many thorns.
The Leyline..
Melfina hears it echo into her mind.
The Leyline.
She remembers when Harry died. The love in his eyes and how his heart fluttered every time he caught a glimpse at her.
She also remembers the abuse. He reminds her of Gene in many ways. Cold and yet loving. She didn't reject the fact she loved Harry too. But he's dead. He risked his very life for her. But for some reason his voice and face haunts her very soul. Could Harry still be alive?
Melfina...
Melfina..
Harry lies in bed seeing his angel. Oh Melfina. His heart aches at the sight of her. His untouchable angel.
"Probably with that bastard Gene" Harry said grumbling.
Since the death of Ron and the truth about Melfina, Harry just could barely live. He knows Melfina wouldn't want to see him. Gene would rush there and blow him away with a caster.
"Why do I still live?" Harry said with a mind full of confusion. Her face still stays clear in his mind. So full of happiness but full of sadness.
Melfina looks out the window in deep thought. She hasn't moved in hours. Her hands are to her breast still wondering about Harry.
"Mel?"
Melfina spun around to see Gene looking at her.
"You seem sad. What's up?"
"Nothing Gene" Melfina said lying.
Gene knew she was lying. But to keep wanting to know would get her in deep distress. He left the room leaving Melfina to wonder Harry. She wanted to see him. But she reminded herself that he was dead and it'll be futile to see. She saw him die. It especially hurt her when he was trying to kiss her.
For that split second she longed to kiss him. She even thought of him more than Gene.
Harry looks at his Melfina shrine. All those happy pictures of her with..
Harry got a look of hatred in his eyes.
"Gene Starwind" He said with a growl.
He longed to see her and to kiss her. That look of sadness she had on her face made Harry skip a beat. Tears rolled down his face.
"My angel don't cry for me. I'm already dead."
He thought about his first encounter with her. The look of fear and the streak of a madman flowing in his veins. He so wanted to change. For her.
The Leyline..
Melfina hears it echo into her mind.
The Leyline.
She remembers when Harry died. The love in his eyes and how his heart fluttered every time he caught a glimpse at her.
She also remembers the abuse. He reminds her of Gene in many ways. Cold and yet loving. She didn't reject the fact she loved Harry too. But he's dead. He risked his very life for her. But for some reason his voice and face haunts her very soul. Could Harry still be alive?
Melfina...
Melfina..
Harry lies in bed seeing his angel. Oh Melfina. His heart aches at the sight of her. His untouchable angel.
"Probably with that bastard Gene" Harry said grumbling.
Since the death of Ron and the truth about Melfina, Harry just could barely live. He knows Melfina wouldn't want to see him. Gene would rush there and blow him away with a caster.
"Why do I still live?" Harry said with a mind full of confusion. Her face still stays clear in his mind. So full of happiness but full of sadness.
Melfina looks out the window in deep thought. She hasn't moved in hours. Her hands are to her breast still wondering about Harry.
"Mel?"
Melfina spun around to see Gene looking at her.
"You seem sad. What's up?"
"Nothing Gene" Melfina said lying.
Gene knew she was lying. But to keep wanting to know would get her in deep distress. He left the room leaving Melfina to wonder Harry. She wanted to see him. But she reminded herself that he was dead and it'll be futile to see. She saw him die. It especially hurt her when he was trying to kiss her.
For that split second she longed to kiss him. She even thought of him more than Gene.
Harry looks at his Melfina shrine. All those happy pictures of her with..
Harry got a look of hatred in his eyes.
"Gene Starwind" He said with a growl.
He longed to see her and to kiss her. That look of sadness she had on her face made Harry skip a beat. Tears rolled down his face.
"My angel don't cry for me. I'm already dead."
He thought about his first encounter with her. The look of fear and the streak of a madman flowing in his veins. He so wanted to change. For her.