Forbidden Lights (LUMIERE BOOK 2)

Chapter 2

Harry's pov.

Real life is a very funny thing, you know?

It takes away everything you have, it plays with you and with your feeling, it makes you fall hard so that you will never be able to get up on your feet again. But at the same time, it doesn't stop from giving you hope, ever.

It's a kind of sick game between the two of you. The winner? The winner is always the one who has more patience, the one who can wait and strike at the right moment. But what do we win in reality? What's the price for so much suffering? So much pain and emotions? I guess the answer is pretty clear. Love and everything that comes from it.

Being in love, is wonderful. Nothing can be compared to it. nothing in this world can reach a kind of pleasure and peace that love can let you archive. The feelings you can feel when you are in love are amazing but also fragile. Just like the bluest of the sky. You just need to get distracted one second and it can easily turn into the darkest of the hells. That's what I felt when I saw Grace standing on the other side of the street, her white skin so beautiful, her blue eyes shining so bright. I was so happy that I felt like flying even over the nine cloud.

When I finally got the chance to wrap my fingers around her, she was gone. Like when you try to catch a butterfly but she always manages to run away, because she knows the second you will get your hands on her, she will die. And now I'm standing on my bed, my hands in my hair, nothing has meaning, nothing has reason to be anymore. I'm so out of place. Where will I go if she's not here? And why I can't get out of this place and go search for my girl? Is she okay? something is twisting inside my stomach, telling me she needs me but... where can I find her? all those questions, will ever find an answer?

There is a little knock on the door and I can't barely speak when I see who's standing right in front of me. Her pale blue hair falling from her face, framing her so familiar eyes, her dimples popping as she comes in. Wearing a leather jacket and a beanie that I swear, I have already see it somewhere. It's red and really nice.

''Hello brother,'' she greets me and hides her hands to her pocket before sitting right next to me. ''Didn't mom ever tell you, you need to fucking look before crossing, you dumb ass.'' she plays. I look at her so shocked. She smells like sand and wind. A smell I recall since when I was young.

''Kira? You can't be here... is this some kind of dream?'' I ask and Kira shakes her head in disbelief.

''Of course it's not. I've decided to come back from the land of milk and honey because I have anything better to do. You're still not giving up on these dumb questions of yours, are you?'' start to bite my nails and stare at her nervously. It makes me feel so overwhelmed having her here, right next to me. ''you took a nice blow here'' her finger are cold on my forehead and I stay there, feeling her touch again. '' I'm so jealous, that was a time I was the only one hitting you properly'' again, I don't say anything. Then she stops and claps her hands to wake me up from my dream.

'' I've been away for years and the only thing that you can do, is eyeing me like I'm some kind of freak ghost, I'm your sister, not a monster'' I raise my eyebrow at her amused by the way death hasn't changed her, not even a bit.

'' Is it normal that you are so mean even as angel?'' Kira giggles and stands up, spinning around like a mixer.

''You just called me an angel. I had to die to hear you saying sweet things about me. Gonna add it to the long list of compliments you have said to me during this year,'' she says and pretends to write something on an imaginary notepad.

''You heard me?'' I ask confused and taken aback. Kira starts to wonder around the room, light as a feather.

''Just because you can't see me, it does not mean I'm not guarding you with my soul and mind. I'm always next to you, even when I shouldn't be.'' she blushes and I bite my lower lip in embarrassment. I guess that if she has been watching me, she stays even for the times where me and Grace kind of let the inhibitions take over us. ''I monitor everyone, my eyes are all over this city and I know everything that is happening. I'm sorry about you and Grace,'' she whispers and I feel a bit better. No one has ever apologized and even if there is no need, it helps me a lot.