I notice another door in the room
-- which is opened and see
it is a bathroom.
°
Slowly awakening from my
slumber, I look at the
clock standing on the nightstand
on the right side of me
and see it is still early.
I stand up and the
cold air meets my warm body,
goosebumps making their way
on my barely covered skin.
I pull my shirt over my
body only covered with underwear
and make my way out of
the room.
I set foot in the tiny living room
our hotel offers us and see
it is dark here and no one is in sight.
My eyes land on the door
directly at the opposite of me,
knowing it is the room Harry
is sleeping in right now.
Before I even know
what I am doing I make my
way to the room, closed off from
the rest of us by its door.
I try to be as silent as
possible and open the heavy,
with gold framed door.
It opens slowly without a sound
and a sigh leaves my lips.
It is complete dark and I
struggle to see or visualise anything.
Squinting my eyes I make
out some things and I see it has
the complete same interior.
I try to make my way
to his bed, not really
knowing what on earth I am doing.
All I know is that something keeps
me going and nothing is holding me
back at the moment.
I hear his soft,
calming breathing.
Without putting much pressure
on my small steps I end up
by the side of his bed.
It is quite dark and I can
only make out some shapes,
further nothing really.
I walk towards the window
and pull the curtains a tiny
bit open, so I can see more.
And that is exactly what happens,
A dim lightning of the moon
enters the warm room.
I look at him and my eyes
are locked on him
and only him.
He is asleep.
His head laying on the pillow,
on his front he lays across the bed
and I long to lay myself down
next to his enchanting body.
Still standing in the middle
of the big room,
I still don't realize what I am doing
and nothing is there to stop me,
not even myself.
Before I comprehend what
my body is doing I am touching
the side of his bed,
his face in my direction.
Enough light so I can make
out the way his lips are parted
and his beautiful strands of hair
are spread over the white pillow.
I pull the covers a bit
out of the way, although
making sure he is still covered
and tangled in warmth.
I lay down next
to him and feel my body
being carried by a peaceful
and relaxful state.
A deep sigh escapes me.
I lay down on my side,
so I can study him with barely any distance between us.
No one to watch and talk.
Only me, next to him.
The dark is peaceful
and the small light that makes
him visible is enough to
admire the man laying in front of me.
He is dressed in the clothes
he was wearing when driving.
I long to touch him,
touch the angelic details of face.
Touch his broad shoulders,
connected to his tanned arms.
I want to touch his scars,
I want to touch him.
Making me remember everything
of him, I want him to touch me.
Our last moments together is something we should cherish.
It is my choice to leave or stay.
But I know it is best to leave,
I know it, but I don't want it.
I have to.
I miss his green eyes staring
at me and seeing the love he holds for me speaking in his eyes.
I miss his addictive touch,
his caressing of my skin.
And I realise I will never feel
nor witness it again.
Never will I see his handsome face,
will I hear his magic
and powerful words.
Never will I love someone the
way I love him.
My eyes widen,
realising what I just thought.
What I am feeling towards this man
and the fact I am returning his love.
But not for long, because
the end of our time is near
and we both know it is there.
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