A New Friend or Foe
Chapter Twelve
"Erica? Are you okay?"
Erica sighed. She had been sitting in that same spot for ten minutes, not moving, not speaking. She hadn't wanted to do it; she really did not want to tell Harry what was going on…but now…
It was now or never. Erica had been sure she could do it. She had told Harry, "Harry…there's something…something I need to tell you."
Now, however, she didn't know if she could go through with it. How exactly, she wondered, does one go about telling the one they love that they are trying to get them killed? It wasn't going to be easy.
It was now or never…
"Harry…I…I…"
"What, Erica? What's wrong?"
"Well, you see, it's just that…"
Harry looked deep into her eyes. She wanted to look away, but couldn't. She studied his as well, and saw compassion, longing, and…dare she say it? Trust. She couldn't believe it; she almost didn't want to believe it. But it was there.
He trusted her.
And she hated it. She didn't want him to trust her. She wanted him to hate her; to hate her with all of his being for what she was trying to do to him. She wanted him to despise her for her actions, and to yell, scream, and, well, loathe her.
She was kidding herself. She didn't want him to hate her, she wanted him to love her. And she didn't yearn to be despised, on the contrary, she wanted to be loved. She wanted him to hold her forever. But it could never happen. None of this could ever happen.
Suddenly, she knew what she had to do. She didn't want to do it. In fact, she would rather do anything but this. Besides face her father's wrath. And that was why she was choosing this path. Perhaps if she did this, they would both be safe. Or not. But, as painful as it may be for her, it had to be done.
"Harry," she said, tears forming in her eyes, "I can't see you anymore. I can't talk to you, and I can't be around you. We can't be friends anymore. I'm sorry."
~Emachinescat ^..^