Roses of Possession (BOOK 1 || EDITING)

30: Suicidal Love

☪Dark and Mysterious Love Trilogy:

"Roses of Possession"

30: Suicidal Love

"He would say, 'how funny it will all seem, all you've gone through,

When I'm not here anymore,

When you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders,

Nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away someday, far away...' 

And In that instant I could feel myself with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into 

The most horrible blackness: into death..."

-Arthur Rimbaud

~~

"Crying won't bring him back! Stop ravaging your dopey tears over him sweetheart." The General bellowed, casting me down on the bleaked marble floor just as he pushed both doors of the palace apart. They whacked on the wall, breaking the secrecy of the place. 

I weeped, crumbling my tear-stained shirt. My eyes gazed at him, the assumption of him melting. "You're a beast! You killed him! You murdered Harry!" Tears rolled down my prosaic cheeks as I grasped for air. They killed him.

"That prince is a torpid bastard. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here." He grimaced, and lowered down. The contentment in his eyes showed when he held me by the hair. He smirked more when I winced in pain. "You might need to recognize that he's not coming back for you anymore. He's dead."

The cold and bitter truth had once again made a slit into my heart. The image of Harry being severely whiped and tormented breaks me to pieces. He was too humane to be even hurt. I don't see why they're doing this to him despite of all good things he has done for them. 

"My sincere apology but I beg to disagree," I frowned through the tears. "But you are. You're naive! You know what, Harry might be gone now and you might have accomplished to destroy him. But no matter what you do and no matter what you say, he's twice the man you are."

The General's frown grew wide. "You're proud of that idle prince? Hate to break it to you angel but that prince died because he can't do anything to save himself."

"He died because he saved me!" I spit on him, causing his anger to abound. He then dragged me towards the big green wall, smashing my back against it. 

As he fixated his arm to beat me, a voice spoke. "Let go of her." I gazed over the general's shoulder and suddenly let out a sob of relief when I saw Niall. Niall Horan. "Don't make me repeat my command General. Clear out."

The General huffed and harshly pushed me down on the ground. He and his men cleared the area and once again slammed the doors. I breathlessly looked at Niall, his arms making its way to cover me. "Jane, thank god you're alive!" Soon, he smiled widely. "What happened? Where's H-"

He stopped, upon noting my look. "Oh Heavens, I'm so sorry Jane." He pulled me close to his chest and rubbed my back soothingly. 

But, no ease would be good enough to save me from this grief. I can't accept that Harry's gone. He shouldn't be dead. It's all because of me. All the dreams; everything is just a memory now. I can no longer run my fingers through his curls and trail his lips with my kiss. I can't hear his voice again and moreover, I can't see Harry... ever again.

Yes, so much for love. So much for love that Harry had to die and his life had to be a tragic mess because of me. If only I had controlled my feelings then he would still be here. He gave everything up for me, he gave up his life to save me. He was a prince and in fact, Harry could rule and do everything but, he instead humbled himself in the name of love.