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'Belle,
You had your cute dainty foot stomped accidentally against mine yesterday. In this case, it was my fault. Probably because I want to hear your voice. And your laughs were a bonus. I'm really glad I made you smile.
I know you had been troubling with school because of those nasty bastards pestering you, but it will be fine. They will stop looking at you by tomorrow but I doubt you'll see or talk to them the next day for they have been muted at the hospital.
You are making me crazy. Your hair, your skin, your eyes, your pouting lips which looks so kissable, and your scents. I love you, my sweet doll, and I will do anything for you.
I will have you, my innocent one.'
It was late afternoon from the sunny summer. The weather was beautiful and bright—a little windy to prevent people from the heat. Everyone was loving the day. The barbecue from the corner of the street was about to begin. Harry, dressed up in simple shirt and jeans, had been coming to the party earlier than the guests to help his friend with the barbecue.
Slowly, people who were invited walked in the backyard, chatting and enjoying the family event. Though, it didn't matter to him. Mostly what matters the most for the time being was that his friend had invited the Arleene family; Belle's. To say Harry was excited was an understatement.
As the barbecue officially begun from the crowds at the backyard, he waited and waited. He checked his watch and saw that they had been a little late by a few couple of minutes. Anxious and excited, he sat down for a while, relaxing and almost accepted the fact that maybe she wouldn't come. And after that, he recognized the aura, the sweet scent of vanilla barging through his system. It was calling him awake and shocking him to alert.
He turned and there she was; with her little two low pigtails hanging by her shoulders, a yellow creamy sundress covering her leg over her knees, and black sandals. She looked so youthful; he loved that about her.
She realized he was watching her so she looked back at him. The eye contact made him more anxious. Her eyes, her dark eyes yet so bright at the same time, is what he fell for very much. And her scents, her scents were what he always craved. So sweet and delicious, he loved it like it was the most addicting thing ever.
She smiled, her cheeks flushing. She was embarrassed. Harry waved a little and she waved back.
She bit her lips. Oh, Harry craved those lips very much.
But their eye contacts were soon broken when Belle's mother was calling for her.
Harry eyed her, her presence, so craveful and heartwarming. He watched her, her skin glistening from the sun, her hair a little lighter, and her smiles reminding him of how young she was, reminding him of how guilty he was. She was an innocent child yet he had watched her like she was a delicious meat from the market. Harry did wanted to feast on her. Feasting on her presence.
My happiness, my angel.
The day was turning longer than he expected, and he was thankful for that. She was there for a very long time, so doll-like, so innocent and pure.
I could watch her all day
My pure, pure little angel
My innocent little one.
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