The Boarding of Harmony and Lavender

The Boarding of Harmony and Lavender Part Ten

"Mothers, shouldn't want to cause there children pain" she said slowly Harmony had a strange look in her eyes, one I had never seen her have before

"Its fine, I'm used to it" I reassured her but the look in her eyes didn't go away

"My mother...she didn't want me, she had me when she was really young and she couldn't handle me so she gave me to Aunt Carmen. She used to visit me ever Christmas and every birthday but as I got older the visits just stopped and a few years ago she wrote me a letter saying that there never will be anymore visits because she only came to see me because I was little and she felt obligated too, but now that I'm not a child anymore she could tell me the truth...that she never really considered me her daughter that I was a mistake, a blemish on the perfect life she wanted and now that I was old enough she could just walk away and forget about me and go out and have that perfect life she always wanted, the perfect life where I didn't exist in her world."

Harmony grimaced then spoke again.

"Mothers... some of them shouldn't have the right to carry that title"

Then I knew what that look was on her face, it was her eyes shinning with hatred and sadness. I wanted to wrap my arms around her right then and there and tell her how amazing she is and how she may be someone else's mistake, but she was my treasure and that's all that mattered. But I couldn't tell her that, no not her in the middle of the library when anyone could just walk in and see me holding her. So I did the next best thing to show her how much she was worth to me. I placed my hand on her and I spoke, looking her directly in the eyes

"This maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with a love that was more than love-

I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me."

The look of hatred and sadness had left her face and instead she was facing me with her face flushed and her eyes closed as if she had been absorbing every word I had spoken not just listening but feeling everything I said. Now I'm not sure if it was because it was me speaking or if it was because I was saying the worlds of her treasured Edgar Allan Poe. It could have been both...

After a moment we both got up and left the library hand in hand.

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Over the next month I got to know Lavender more and more. I started to feel as if I knew her as well as I knew myself even though she was still mysterious and distant at times. I started to notice the little things about her like how her hair smells like her lavender shampoo, and that she never wears the same dress more then once in a two week period, or how she runs her hand through her hair when she's thinking. How I never see her reading yet she always quotes and talks about famous literature, how she doesn't like the crust on her bread, how she's never late to a class. She's elegant in almost everything she does but when where alone she seems much more natural. Like if we were in the middle of the cafeteria and I randomly started counting out loud she would say,

"Is there any reason in particular to why you're counting?" Now if we were alone she would most likely say something like,

"Uh, Harmony what in the world are you doing?" but the most curious thing about her is the way she looks at me. She looks at me with such love and attentiveness yet I can't understand how someone so amazing as her would ever find me remotely interesting...