Harper's Life - 5

"Harp? Harper? Where are you?!" the greenery in the wilderness glimmered under the full moon. The big grasses had covered Harper. His grandmother's village, it was pretty to his eyes most of the time but his current antagonist mind had rejected the every light of the gritty and pleasing moon. Anna tampered with the forest, and prowled for her prey, her son. "You know you can't hide from me!" the vicious words rummaged through the trees before it kissed his ears. He sat there, silence permeating his heart, waiting patiently, for a chance to let his feet swish on the ground filled with leaves. He'd wanted her to go away, so that he could live without her, her irascible behavior. "I shouldn't have taken you here, but I…. I promise I won't be angry, just come out my son," he moved closer, pouring his hand on the lapel of a tree. This time, his eyes didn't catch the impatient penumbra of her. "Mom?" he whispered, the leaves susurrated behind him, the hum of breath seeped onto his ears.

"Found You!"

"No matter how hard I try to stay afar." Those words hovered in his mind. He feared, would be become like this? Would he really not be able to leave Anna's house? There were questions for him but not the answers. The rain could not have been worse, it seemed red to his eyes as he drove. Chloe, she sat silently as if her all saddened memories had dispensed on her. "Are you scared of me now?" Dire straits, He shifted his gaze towards her. "Why would I?" the prettied road got filled with red. "Then why did you panic?" her abrupt question didn't make him surprise. "I didn't," the image snarled, he kept his feet on the accelerator. "Yes, you did," he had still the image of Anna, her dead body, she didn't move, never. Snarled with every memory of her. At that time, she felt more like a mother than she ever did. "Why do I still miss her?" his eyes skimmed down to her. "I didn't panic, it was the rain," the ripple of annoyance was there in her every tone. "Where are we going now?"

"Where do you live?"

"Why?" he kept his car propel, awash with the red. "Anna's blood?" emphatically, he gave a smile. "I'll drop you at your house,"

"Just drop me at the diner, and I'll walk from there," he winced at the disgust in her tone. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong," a smile shimmered on her guileless face. He laid his gaze over hers for the purpose of noticing her scowl. "Are you mad at me?" he asked.

"Why would I be?"

"I don't know, it seemed like you are," she sighed. Looked outside, tampering with her thoughts. "Yeah I'm mad at you, you wanna know why? Because of your behavior, do you think I'm crazy now all of a sudden?" her frustration whispered, flaunted in front of his eyes. He plopped his feet on the break, and turned his gaze towards her. "Listen," his eyes caught her, her peerless face awash with exasperation. "I don't think you're crazy," clouds kept pouring the red, her deep breaths as if she took out everything from her heart waddled on his face. "I think you're just so gorgeous, and you…. You," the scent of brewed flowers lingered in the air from her breath. "What you?" the smile propped on her Junoesque cheeks. "I think you and I, we do have something in common," his thoughts, he knew that he had never been able to scrape her. Chloe only smiled, it was the battering, for him, battering of his love? Was he in love? He wasn't even sure himself. His head dipped, and tried to level his eyes with hers, slowly he moved forward, assimilating his heavy breaths. His lips brushed against hers, it was innocently sweet, just as he remembered. "I know," chuckles ran. "I know," Chloe whispered again. He caught the view, her eyes, the view of saddened memories, and grieves. "I know your pain," crooked road outside stayed the same with the red kept smooching it. He felt the silence outside and in her eyes, it was the same. Harper leaned out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her wet lips shone with red just as the silent road. His thoughts cleared now, and he leaned in to touch her lips. His gaze shifted to her eyes and then they drifted to her lips. The smell of her breath, her face was so close that he could smell it. The sweet aroma of lilac flowers. His heart beat faster as his tongue slipped into her mouth. He felt again, the helplessness, After Winnie's death, he didn't know that he was capable of these feelings anymore, the passion and urge to draw out something out of her with those lips and tongue. Her face was drawn to nothingness with those eyes being shut. The rain multiplied, but now it wasn't red anymore, it was the usual rain. His heartbeat skidded as their lips parted. He stilled for breath, it wasn't enough for both of them. He dropped his hands, and held her by her neck. It wasn't what he thought would happen but he couldn't bring himself to any other things besides her. There was nothing, No Anna, no Winnie's death, permeated with thoughts of Chloe only, of her lips, the warmth of her body, for the first time he felt himself not in the past. The wind knocked again, he'd wanted to go out, feel the rain pouring on him, the clean rain, and kiss her there, but he didn't, his impatient self couldn't. He smiled, and kissed her again with the passion rapidly increasing, wondered if she could feel his heart, his feelings, and the heat in his lungs. The time ceased as his tongue slipped again, the taste of her tongue was like an old wine. Too good to be true, her little sigh in the back of her throat helped his somewhat left grieve hazed away. But then, her hands pressed against his chest, too hard, their lips parted, her eyes and her face, both had those little fumes of dreary. "I'm…. I'm sorry," her words shattered. "I can't," he bundled himself, and looked at her, being panicked. "Right…. You're married," the rain turned red again and his thoughts shouted in his face. "Come back Harp!" her smooth hesitation walked off as she let her words reach him. "I'm sorry but can we just go home?" he let out a short breath. "Right," fought hard to not show his pain. "I'll take you there," she nodded. The temper in his eyes tensed as he drove, through the dark roads, splashing the impatient rain. The silence had locked their lips in the way until they were under the glimmering lights of the town. "So is this it?" he asked as his car idled. "Yes, it is," said Chloe, "Guess I really didn't fulfill my promise today,"

"No that ain't it, you showed me the house, I think I can write something from it,"

"Yeah, I just halted my past at you, it was nothing else but next time if you go exploring the town then do ask me, okay?" he nodded, and stared at her old gracious grin that appeared on her cheeks. The dim rain descended on her hair as she left his car. "Until then, see ya." Her feet kissed the road awash with rain, he locked his eyes on her as she walked to her house. "You know," She looked behind and waved her hand. "You know my son," he did smile and kept his eyes flattening on her as she got swallowed by her house. "You know my son that your heart really can't take a break right now." His eyes shifted towards the rear camera, staring.

"Shut up mother! I know that!"