My day at work had been restless, but I’d been glad it ended early due to the weather. I watched as the snow sifted from the sky on my way home for the first time without traffic. I yarned even now while attempting to get to Harry's place. Last night was incredibly but today I'd been paying the price for it. I was almost finished with packing and I knew he'd be glad to hear that. We were going to my mom’s later today and I'd already called to warn her.

I walked up the stairs, my exhaust causing me to yarn again once I'd reached him. I sensed the humor of his expression as he watched me.

Harry:
"You okay?"

I was taken in his arms, my head laid against his chest as I closed my eyes in comfort.

Winter:
"Great."

I'd responded to him tiredly. He caressed my scalp soothing deepening my weariness.

Harry:
"Go lie down. I want you to rest."

He pulled me from him to look me over. I was sure there were bags under my eyes. His orbs focused down to my wrists as he pushed the fabric further up from them. A crease was presented in the smoothness of the skin of his face. I look down sleepily to follow his attention. There were dark purple bruises around them. His fingertips traced them idly as I witnessed his eyes close with disgust.

Winter:
“It’s nothing. I bruise easily.”
His hands fell to his side as he backed away from me thoughtfully. He rubbed his palms across his face in displeasure.
Winter:
“They don’t hurt.”
I stepped toward him but he didn’t receive it. I could tell he hadn’t been listening to my words intended to assure him.
Harry:
“Am I rough with you?”
Winter:
“No. Harry, no.”
Harry:
“Does it ever hurt?”
Winter:
“Stop, of course not.”
Harry:
“Let me see you. Take this off.”

He peeled away my shirt to my dismay. They were fresh, the color of ripe plums. And I feared he’d been beating himself up about it despite what I’d just told him. It bothered me more that it looked so much worse than it was. I hadn’t even seen them in the cold shower I’d taken this morning, I assume because I’d been half asleep. He scanned them as if he’d make them disappear. His expression showed to me his discontent. The green of his eyes displayed his apologize, pain evident in his smooth features.
Harry:
“Are they anywhere else?”
I wasn’t sure, but there was no way I’d make him feel less then he already had. I shook my head absently in hopes he’d leave the subject alone. My hands folded into my middle at the chill of the house. He’d help me back into my shirt quietly, and dismissed himself.
Harry:
“I’ll turn the heat up.”
He walked away leaving me there alone. In that second I’d felt colder in the area I stood than I felt in the air outside. It was clear he didn’t want to talk and I didn’t want to push him further. I entered the room, lying on the bed wallowing in its surrender to my touch. How could he ever think he was capable of hurting me in that way? It was kind of painful to know that he still had no idea of his effect on me. We’d been here in this very bed together and I’d trusted him with everything. I felt soreness but it wasn’t because I repelled his control. I felt the heat cradle me as I snuggled on top of the comforter. He’d made the bed and I didn’t want ruin it. His presence had leaned against the doorframe after awhile of me lying there. I was surprised I hadn’t yet drifted into unconsciousness but what bothered me emotionally kept me from what I wanted most. My attention drew out the window to the white that continued to graze the neighborhood. I was too tired to feel my emotions.
Harry:
“I’m going out. I’ll be back.”
I willed myself to sit up and face him.
Winter:
“No. I don’t think you should drive, the roads are getting worse.”
Harry:
“I won’t be long.”
Winter:
“No, Harry. Is this how it’s going to be…when I move here with you?”
I pulled the sleeves of my shirt of my knuckles.
Winter:
“You’re just going to leave and not tell me where you’re going? I thought we were past that when I became your girlfriend…We’re supposed to talk.”
Harry:
“I just need some air okay.”
Winter:
“You didn’t hurt me.”
He looked away from me as if I’d said nothing.
Harry:
“Get some rest.”
I didn’t understand. Everything had been fine just yesterday and now he’d been thinking the worst of himself. Something changed when he’d saw them. I wished he’d just tell me what it was because I hadn’t been grasping it. My eyes felt heavy but there was no way I’d find a peaceful sleep now. I reached for my sketchbook that lay hidden under my pillows. It was the one tangible element I told everything. I wiped my eyes as I worried about Harry, and began to draw.

Notes

I have more to post but I won't in a while. I have stuff to add, but I have exams so I'm really busy. I like making them perfect for you guys, so I hope you understand. LOVE YOU FOR READING.

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