Disclaimer: I own Gabe! Ha ha ha!
NB: I got quite a few reviews asking what's wrong with Harry, but I didn't really know what was meant by that. He's just a violent, controlling person, which I'm putting down to a traumatic childhood.
Sorry that this chapters so short. It's more of an interlude really. The next few chapters will be longer.
Chapter 6: A new life.
I watch the flames dance before my eyes, flickering and weaving their way up to the sky. They ravenously devour the small pile of belongings from my life before. It's taken me six months to get this far. I have a job as a councillor at a youth centre, I'm taking evening classes in psychology, I have a small apartment.
And Gabriel too. It was he who suggested I officially rid myself of my past life, although he doesn't know much about it. He respects my silence. He knows I'll tell him when I'm ready.
I shiver. The night is still cold despite the warmth from the fire. Gabe wraps his arms tighter around me and rests his head on mine.
"Just one more, then we can go inside." I step out of his hold and take out the slip of paper from my pocket. On it is written one word. I read it, then look back at Gabe. "Don't worry, I won't look." I gaze at the note for a moment longer, trying to hold onto the good times associated with the name on the paper, but the bad memories override them and I toss the paper in as if it were already on fire. I only takes a few seconds before it turns to ash.
Gabe stands behind me and wraps his arms around my neck, his chin resting on my shoulder, and kisses my cheek lightly.
"Wanna talk?" I shake my head briefly. I'm not ready yet. "Come on then." He snakes his arm around my waist and we walk back to my flat, the moon lighting our path.