Nightingale

Chapter 45

The vision of her death made Arias throat tighten. The mention of her name instantly sent a shot of guilt through her lungs.. And even though no one said it was her fault, she still had a vision of disbelief. They didn't know what happened, and they couldn't have possibly ever felt that pain of someone dying in front of their own eyes. So much was forgotten in New York... Some of which were good and some of which were bad.

Her life was restarting all over again. No father, trapped and silence. Bethany and Annabelle's photos were hung across the hallways of the school, along with the remainder of Harry and hers. Her hair was brown and she remembered how her eyes dilated with pure fear as her crimson blood stained the white walls of the nunnery. Closing her eyes tightly she looked away from the photo, afraid that if her staring continued tears would begin to surface. She hated crying in front of people.

"Aria, are you okay?" Harry asked, his warm hand laying on her bare shoulder. She shook her head staring up at the curly hair boy, she had never noticed how much his face had actually morphed until now. When she first met him his cheekbones were hidden and his eyes were large with curiosity and care. Now his face was somehow masculine and his cheekbones accentuated the outline of his broad jawline. Just his presence would be enough to make a girl melt.

"Her eyes were so innocent and sincere..." She stuttered feeling the tears sprout from her fresh morning eyes "it's all my fault"

Harry took her face in his strong hands, swiping away the tears that fell with his thumb. His green eyes scanned her own for any trace of guilt, detecting the pile that had settled at the bottom. Judging by the amount, he knew she had been storing it away... Attempting to stay strong but Harry knew his Aria. She was never good at hiding things from him.

"It was not your fault okay?" He assured, catching a few more droplets on the fingerprint of his finger "she was working with them, she knew what was in store for her"

"Harry, how can you say it was not my fault" she cried, choking on the sobs that escaped in between her speech "I was literally one metre away from her, I could've stopped that gate from closing"

"If you had stopped the gate from closing you would've died also.." He paused feeling his own tears merge within his milky green eyes "And I wouldn't have been able to live with myself" Arias chest fell heavy as she collapsed into Harry's arms, letting the tears surface puddles on her cheeks. The whole room seem the concave into her, even as his arms were still secured around her body. Why did she feel unsafe in his care, why did she feel like something and was about to happen?

"Harry, something bad is going to occur" she spoke, her words coming out shaky and uneasy. He held her out in front of him frowning

"Aria, tell me everything" she grasped the side of her head, feeling a sharp pain dig into her temple. Visions flashing before her eyes as she used his arm for support.

"SHE WILL BECOME ONE OF US!" It was her mother, she and the demons gathered around nodding and agreeing with her terrible decision

"How are we going to attack?" A stray lady asked from the clump, Deb scowled down at them smirking

"WE BREAK INTO THE BARRIER AT 12:00!" The crowd erupted with cheers as the vision ended. Aria could tell her face was indicating pain and discomfort.

"They're going to break into the barrier" she admitted, horrified at the disgusting truth. Harry's face was plastered with mock horror as he watched he catch her breath.

"We need to tell Mrs Youth"

"Harry no, she already has enough stress" she hushed him regaining her balance