CHAPTER 6

Howl's Pain

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It was insane. There she stood, in front of it all. The bombs were blaring in front of her as Sophie Hatter watched a terrible sight. Her true love spiraled down from the sky, being hit by a bomb. He crashed down in front of her, his body bleeding, barely bleeding.

She tried to call out, she really did, but the words caught in her tongue. She dropped before her lover, placing her head next to his, and then kissing him. Then, words squeaked by his stuck blood-dried lips.

"Sopie...I...You..." Howl murmured. The gap between I and you was filled when Sophie said, "I love you...I love you, too..." She then clutched his hand. From up in the sky, laughter sounded all around. Women's laughter. Cruel laughter.

It was about 2:00 a.m. Sophie sprung from her cozy bed.

Sweat dripped from her forehead.

"Just a dream..." She said, wiping her brow. She decided she couldn't fall back asleep, so she lit a candle and headed to Howl's room.

The old stairs creaked under her weight as she made her way up them. They stung her feet with their coldness, and she nearly woke up the Witch and Heen.

When she was in the hallway, right outside Howl's door, she shuddered. What if that dream was a prediction of the near future? What if Howl did really die in the war? She couldn't bare the thought, so she just opened the door slowly to Howl's dark bedroom.

Childish toys glinted in the candlelight. They look like what a young boy would like to play with, not a full grown wizard.

Sophie creaked over to his bed, the dim candle light illuminating his pale, angular face.

He looked like a grown-up, but he still had the heart of a child. It made her even more attracted to him, because people who are too serious can grow dull and boring. Being with Howl was an adventure every second.

Sophie sat down on his bed, and put a young hand on his cheek. She wanted to be with him, but every second would cause her more danger. It was so tough to be with a man so right, but so dangerous.

"Oh, Howl...Why do you come with all the extra dangers?" Sophie whispered to Howl, pulling a strand of hair from his face. It was then she noticed something different about him; there were tear streaks on his face.

Sophie was puzzled, so she just walked to the other side of the bed where there was ore room to lay, and she laid down next to him, her hand on his shoulder.

"Howl..." She smiled, but then seeing fresh tears streaming down his cheeks, she frowned and sighed. "Oh, Howl..."

"Sophie..." Howl said, still asleep. He seemed pained. It worried Sophie, so she leaned closer to the troubled wizard.

"Sophie...No! Sophie! No...no...no..." Howl cried in his sleep, and then sprung awake.

"Howl...You had a bad dream...What was it about?" Sophie asked, still stroking his face, a concerned look clouding her face.

"You were there...And a bomb hit and you were at the shop and I was in the fields and...Oh Sophie, I love you!" Howl said, still crying, hugging Sophie close to him. She put her head on his chest.

"I had the same dream...You were flying and a bomb hit and you were hit by it and you...You..." Sophie started crying.

"Oh, I hope these dreams won't turn out to be...Real..." Howl said, running his fingers through Sophie's hair.

"That would be dreadful..." Sophie said, sobbing. So, the two laid there, crying themselves to sleep, talking about their dreams and crying some more. It never ended until the morning.

After Notes: Corny, lame, and not what I wanted...Next time it is like that, well, lets just say it'll be different...Suggestions, please! Eh, eh!