Pure Ones || H.S

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Belle,

You are all I could think of. Even with your pure, innocent, naïve mind, I knew from how you look at the boy next to you, you are adoring him. I am jealous, I am full of envy. I had to tie myself in order to keep myself from the boy you had adored. In order not to hurt him to hurt you.

Do you look at me that way? Do you ever in the darkest pits of your mind, imagine the touch of my palm on your milky skin? The flesh and blood of mine touching every inch of you? The redness of your lips after I devour every of you?

Because I had think of it all the time, my love.

It was Sunday, Harry had himself ready for church. He thought of it as a waste of time, he thought of it as a useless thing to do for he never believed in such thing. But when it comes to his Belle, in her little dress and her tight stoking, standing by the corner watching her uncle from afar, everything was worth to him.

When he arrived and sat on his usual, lonely space, he searched for her, searching like he was searching for oxygen in space. She was nowhere.

So the event went on, until it was over. He was frustrated, Belle wasn't to be seen at all. Where could she be? She never missed her Sunday schedule ever—from what Harry had observed after the past few weeks. He was anxious and scared now. Did something happened to her?

~

He watched as the butterflies kept fluttering around the back garden. Stopping by each flowers as he continued to stare. His beautiful Belle, where could she be? He leaned his head back and sighed. Nothing feels right. He need to see her, he need to see her that moment.

In any second, he would gone mad. He just wanted to see his baby, his heart's sweet desire like drug to an addict.

He had seen her the last few days before but now he was craving so much.

The stars to burn my horrible past.

As the watch on his wrist kept ticking, footsteps were heard getting nearer and nearer. It sounded like it was from a little group from afar.

"Wait, Maria!" Oh, the little voice he had just wanted—needed.

He stepped far from the shades, hiding himself with the darkness, the shadow, and invisible to everyone.

There she was, little Belle, in her slippers, a blouse and a skirt running along with her friend, Maria, as they tugged each other's arms.

Harry watched as they both got near to the river, getting all excited with their little giggles.

And from afar, he just watch.

~

Harry never seen her walking so freely like she was before him. So giggly and happy, always smiling. She looks dearly to him, so precious and so fragile. Her scent sweet and delicious, so beautiful and glorious.

Both of the girls began to strip into their underwear and Harry never seen her so exposed. Her cheek blushed because Harry knew she never showed so much skin to anybody before but Maria was relaxed and having fun. Through her, Belle reflected Maria's behavior by entertaining herself.

Harry watched from afar, containing himself, forcing to push onto his bulge to gain relieve, creepily looking at his angel, realizing how happy she looked. Oh, she looks so jolly and cheerful.

Both of them jumped into the chilly river, water orange from the sun almost setting. They both shivered into the cold surrounding, skin a bit paler and lips turning a little bluer. The redness in her flesh was gone, yet she still looked so youthful.

"It's s-s-so co-old," Belle whimpered, hugging herself.

"Get a grip, Arleene!" Maria laughed. "You're not dying cold, that's what I'm sure of,"

They both had fun, all dripping with the cold water until it was getting dark. The air turned colder, the river froze cold like ice. Now they were as pale as a living corpse, and shivering without heat.

"M-Maria," Belle whimpered. "I-I'm c-c-cold!"

They both crawled out and warm themselves with the big towel they had brought along. It was dark enough to not have a glimpse of the sun. It felt like time passed way too fast. The winds blew harsher,whistling through the trees as it blew the girls to death. It was terribly cold and they were still damp. They talked a little more before waiting for themselves to dry until they heard a twig broke behind them.

They turned around. "Maria?" Belle was shivering cold; adding the shiver to fright, and full of curiosity. There was a lot bad images running through her mind.

Maria was older than her, so she felt a little more responsible. "Wait here,"

"But, Maria-" Belle was about to stand up but Maria pushed her back down.

"Don't be silly, it's probably a cat. It wouldn't hurt to check if it's cute, eh?" She pat Belle's head. And Belle did felt a little soothed.

"Don't be too long," she pleaded with her puppy eyes, so big and filled with pleadings.

"I won't," she skipped away, wiggling her pinky finger to her as the towel drove up a little from the wind only to remind them both that they only had their wet undergarments underneath.

When Maria was nowhere in sight, and for a minute longer, not even her coal dark strings of hair could be seen, Belle became anxious. "Where is she?" She muttered to herself. "The cat wouldn't be too far away, would it?" She asked. Then, she stood up, not bothering to pick up her clothes on the dirty ground.

She stood there, waiting. In any seconds, she'd be here. She thought. She tapped on her foot, tapping it out of boredom. She wouldn't leave me, would she? She's too nice to bully me like this. She almost scolded herself for thinking such ill of her friend. But then, she thought to herself. What if?

And by the very moment, she heard her friend's voice, but sounded a little different. She sounded like she was really far away. And she wasn't talking, nor shouting. It was Maria, before was her soft voice, now loudly ear piercing into the brain, screaming.