Bright as a Light (ZARRY)~ON HOLD~

1. Light in the Dark

~~~This book will be in Harry's pov~~~

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Falling. That is exactly what I am doing right now. Falling off of the high of life, into the dark abyss which I didn't how deep it was. 

It was better somehow this way for all I have left of my life is nothing but loneliness but what stings most is the lingering pain of losing him and the thought of continuing my life without him just did not paint the picture good enough, for I could never let him go, never forget him and move on. 

I closed my eyes, freed my mind of all thoughts and let the gushing cold air hit my face as gravity pulled me towards itself. 

It was all going fine until I felt a sudden warmth on my limp hand. Someone struggling to pull me up, but I didn't want to be pulled up. Please, just let me fall into the darkness. 

That person was adamant too, wouldn't let go of my hand even when I begged. There was only one voice screaming and telling me to open my eyes. Finally, I did open my eyes. But when I saw the same old shining bright light from the night all I could do was let out an ear-piercing scream.

I couldn't see what or who was pulling me, all I could feel was a very bright light shining at my face. 

I struggled to get myself out of its hold, but all I could feel was the light growing bigger and warmth filling up my whole body which I did not like a bit. 

I felt a sudden burst of light and warmth around me as if it had engulfed me whole.

I woke up drenched in sweat, breathing heavy and every inch of my body still shaking. I looked around for that light but all I could see was just dark outlines of the things in my living room. 

I fell asleep on the couch once again and woke up with this same strange dream for five days straight now. 

My throat was dry and my whole body felt sticky with sweat. I picked up the abandoned cup noodles which had spilled some on my paperworks and dumped it alongwith the heaping pile of trash that was rotting under my sink. 

After getting a cold glass of water from the tap, I leaned on the kitchen counter and looked around my flat, trying to steady my heart which was still in a rush. The moonlight from the open window was enough to let me take a notice of how dingy and dirty my house was.

I could see the old second hand couch that would probably erupt a cloud of dust that had settled in two years, my white T-shirt which had many holes now laying on the arm of the couch, old blankets, my dirty sneakers which I haven't washed for two years now laying in upside down manner near the coffee table which was equally dirty. 

All over the floor were cardboard boxes, papers and files from my work for I have been too lazy to sort them out after I got fired last month. Unwashed dishes started to stink, the old TV was now broken for I couldn't afford to pay for cable anymore. Remains of vegetables and some fruits lying haywire all over the counter with sticky bottles of sauce.

I looked out of the window to see all the flowers in my my backyard had dried up, overgrown grass that sometimes made it impossible to see the road outside. But I didn't care about any of it. None of this mattered anyway. I was left with nothing to live for. 

My hope, my love, the only source of motivation in my life was gone a little over two years ago. 

I lost him. I lost Charlie, my fiance and my best friend for life. 

The moonlight shone on the engagement ring on my left hand. A beautiful small stone barely visible, but shining the brightest on my pale finger. 

I remember the day very clearly. Right after our graduation, when Charlie proposed to me, the whole school sweating with anticipation, waiting for my answer. Ofcourse, I had said yes.

We had promised each other in kindergarten that one day we would get married and be best friends for life. He wasn't supposed to leave me like this, not alone without him by my side. This ring was the only thing keeping me alive.

Frustrated, I kicked the alcohol bottle near my foot and it went rolling straight towards the bedroom door and stopped.

But what caught my attention was a light that shone on the glass bottle. A reflection of a person with lots of light around. 

But that was not possible. There were no lights switched on in the bedroom since I could never get myself to make it through the night in that room. Ever since I lost him, I could never sleep a night in our bedroom.

I always ended up waking in the middle of the night from that horrible memory of our last night together.

I stopped and stared at the bottle when I suddenly saw it slowly roll again and go into the bedroom. Naturally being curious, I took shaking steps towards the bedroom in the dead of the night.

The bottle was now near the bed and the weird reflection and light on it still persistent.

It looked like it wanted to be picked up. There was something so inviting about that reflection that churned up a slight terror in my heart.

I looked around for any source of light in the pitch black room, but there wasn't any.

I slowly walked to the bottle and picked it up with trembling fingers.

It felt warm. The kind which I haven't felt in more than two years. For the first time in two years, I felt the cold abandoned bedroom erupting in warmth. 

With the bottle in my hand, I felt a strong force pulling me towards the bed. I sat on the unmade bed with slump pillows and dirty duvets. 

I felt the same warm hand from my dream on my shoulder pulling me to make me lie down on the bed. With my head on the pillow for the first time in two years, I felt a strange sense of relief. I pulled up the duvet up to my chest and let the warmth engulf me as I held the bottle close to my face.

My eyes instantly started to become droopy as fatigue and warmth took over my body. In that hazy vision, I saw a man's reflection in the bottle.

A beautiful man smiling at me as everything around his body glowed.

I smiled back at him, eyes almost closed when I heard it.

A soft deep voice right near my chest.

"Go to sleep babe... I'm right here."