It always ends

Thirteen

Harper

I cleared my throat, letting him know that I was still mad and wanted him to let go of me.

He reluctantly did as I wished and I could feel the tension between us. I wasn't sure if I liked it.

There were things that needed to be said but no words were spoken.

There was so much on my mind, so many thoughts being thought, so many questions swirling in. So much anger and relief.

It's all messy. My mind is a mess. I'm a mess—a hot one for that matter.

I stepped away and his arms twitched, as though it was a reflex to pull me back to him. He fought it and didn't act on his mind which I was grateful for.

I couldn't do this right now.

"I-"

"I know," he cut me off.

"You didn't even now what I was going to say."

He nodded once, "You we're going to give me that 'I'm glad you're all right' bullshit."

It was way more than that but I wasn't going to argue with him.

If Death was a person, it would be him. He literally looked like he just came back from hell.

"Fine," His lips twitched upwards. I didn't know what to say next but I came up with something and hoped for the best. "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet."

I frowned but smiled softly at the same time. Going over to the fridge, I took out the container of pasta salad and put some in a bowl for him. I stabbed a fork in there too and brought it to him. Holding it closer to his face, my smile widened, "I made it."

"Thank you." he said, then began eating as if he hasn't eaten in days.

I felt a pang in my chest.

Who did this to him?

I wanted to hurt them. Badly.

"I broke my promise. I'm sorry." he spoke, breaking the tense silence between us.

I shook my head, "It wasn't your fault." I said, "Besides, you have a history of not being able to keep them."

He scoffed but it was clear he was amused. In this moment, with his eyes on me, I couldn't hope but let out a small laugh. "Don't mock me." he said, a small frown crossed his features.

"I'm not. I'm right and you know it."

"Fuck you."

Despite his rude statement, I smiled at his bluntness, earning an eye roll from him. "That's not very gentlemanly of you."

I looked at the empty bowl in his hands, "Do you want more?" he nodded, handing it to me. I gestured for him to go sit at the table. He complied.

I scooped some more into his bowl and gave it back. It felt rude to watch him while he ate so I busied myself by washing the dishes that I had left in the sink.

I knew he was staring at me and I had enough of these silent feelings, unspoken thoughts going on. "What?"

"I-"

"If you say you're sorry one more time I'm going to throw this at you." I held up a fork. He only smirked at my empty threat.

I knew he was sorry but he can't keep apologizing for things he can't control. And to be sorry, you'd have to had made a mistake. You're supposed to learn from those mistakes and make sure you won't make them again.