A Kiss on the Cheek (akotw trilogy)

You Can Take the Blade Away from the Girl |15+|

Author's Note fünfundachtzig:

The song Harry is singing for Jetta is "Don't Let Me Go" (duh... couldn't very well pass that opportunity up, now could I?)- I'm sure you're all well aware of it but it just fit so PERFECTLY into the scene! (Originally I was going to use a different song but ppl kept guessing it was going to be this one, so after face palming myself I quickly changed the lyrics lol)

Check it out in the media section if u happen to live under a rock and have never heard the song =P

P.S this chapter contains SEXUAL CONTENT as well as SELF HARM... you have been warned.
I hope you all don't hate me by the end :'(

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Chapter 15: You Can Take the Blade Away from the Girl

 

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After tossing and turning in my bed for a good hour, I finally decided to give up on sleeping and stare at the ceiling fan as it spun around in lazy circles; for some reason I just couldn't get comfortable. I either felt too hot or too cold and was getting so irritated that eventually I just kicked all of the blankets off of the bed so that they toppled over onto the floor.

My eyes wandered back over toward the bedside alarm clock that was sitting mockingly on the nightstand with it's glowing red numbers, showing me that it was 2am. Just forget it, she's obviously not coming, you idiot.

I sighed deeply before rolling onto my side once more, lightly humming the melody to a song that I'd been working on lately, a song that I hadn't told anyone about. Not even Louis... Hell, especially not Louis.

Resting my arms behind my head, I stared up at the fan once more as I laid there, scantily clad in only my boxers (which I'd kept on for Jetta's sake), as I closed my eyes and began to sing lightly, shivering as the lyrics formed on my tongue and disappeared into the blackness of the room, only to be heard by my ears, which was probably the way things would always be;

"Now you were standing there right in front of me 
I hold on it's getting harder to breathe 
All of a sudden these lights are blinding me 
I never noticed how bright they would be"

I paused for a moment, trying to catch my breath; the eerie silence of the room was only slightly thrown off by the subtle chirps of some rouge crickets who sounded like they were sitting right outside my window.

I waited a few seconds, listening to the chirps before continuing on, using the crickets to help me keep the beat; as I tilted my chin upward toward the ceiling, my voice grew louder and more intense;

"I saw in the corner there is a photograph 
No doubt in my mind it's a picture of you 
It lies there alone in its bed of broken glass 
This bed was never made for two

"I'll keep my eyes wide open 
I'll keep my arms wide open

"Don't let me 
Don't let me 
Don't let me go 
'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone"

My voice grew scratchy so I immediately stopped to clear my throat and my thoughts for a few seconds as I thought about the meaning of the words I'd written down. I tried to tell myself that it hadn't been for her, but now as I laid by myself in this lonely bed, my mind could think of nothing but her bright eyes and mischievous smile; in that moment, I realized that she's exactly who I'd written this song for... and the thought brought a new discomfort to my heart.