Whatever Remains, T. Richardosn [brene brown rising strong TXT] 📗

one. I never exactly felt this way as someone always needed to take care of me. My wings bent easily underneath the shirt because it was large.
I had a sudden urge to look through some more of Glytherin’s stuff to see more notes of what he thought of me, but then, that gave me another thought. Maybe he came here just to take the notes away remembering it was in his room. I would bust out on him so he would know I’ve already seen the stupid hate notes. Why did he regret taking me here? But of course he couldn’t have just written these today. It made no sense whatsoever.
I opened the room door silently to just take a peek of what Glytherin was doing. He was dressed differently now. Was he going to sleep here? How were some of his clothes even here? I thought he was packing. He didn’t hear me when I was opening the door though. He was doing almost exactly what I thought he had. He was looking through the notes. I spotted the one that I had read, the only one that I’d read. He looked at it sadly. I heard him breathe in deep. I didn’t want to walk in on him now. I felt too bad. What was wrong with him? He’d been treating me so badly and I just didn’t want to take my anger out on him now? I opened the door and he sent me a startled look.
“Are you ok?” I asked him now for the third time. He nodded refilling his drawer. Another puffball rolled in the room and out an open window that had the wind plowing in. Glytherin’s short hair rolled in place.
He looked at me steadily. “I’m fine.” He answered. “Are you

ok?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I read some of your notes.” I said. Suddenly, his cheeks flushed a deep scarlet.
“Why do you regret me being here?” I asked. “I don’t understand, you were begging me before.” The blushing left his cheeks.
“Oh,” he said. “That note.” What other note was there? “It doesn’t matter,” he said. “I don’t want to discuss the things that you’ve secretly read.”
“It had my name on it,” I objected. “Of course I’m just a bit curious.”
“All of them had your name on it, why read that one? Because it was the only one you found saying something bad?”
“No, it was the first one I saw.”
“I don’t think you should be looking through my things, let alone, being in my bedroom.”
Now I scorned him. “I’m sorry,” I said. “You told me to sleep wherever I wanted, I guess wherever I want means not your bedroom.” He was angry now but I had my hands on my hips and my stare steady trying not to let go on my look.
He took the note in his hand now and slowly ripped it in half. “It wasn’t yours to understand to begin with.”
His words were poisonous along with his tone. I faced him setting back a few steps to stay out of his room. Even though he wasn’t yelling, this was the first time he’d really gotten mad at me. “Come in,” he said. I stepped in his room now. “Close the door.” He said. “I don’t want anymore of those animals coming in.” He closed the window.
“Are you staying here?” I asked. Glytherin looked up at me and nodded.
“I leave near eight though.” I looked around. The room was dark and I felt sad. Should I have stayed with my step-mother? Why did I keep asking myself this? If I knew how it would be, I think I wouldn’t have gone.
“Is there anyway you could take me back?” I asked. I didn’t move from my spot much farther away from Glytherin. Glytherin was calm about this question.
“I could see why you’d ask.” He said. “I just wanted to keep you safe, but I guess it’s a little too hard with everything that’s happened, and don’t you want to come to my wedding? You seemed pretty excited.” I nodded.
Why was I lying? Why couldn’t I just tell him how upset I was? I approached the bed now and I sat beside him.
“You don’t know,” I began. “How upset I am that you’re getting married already.” I said smiling as if I were taking everything as a joke. I lied down there looking at the ceiling. “It kills me to know that you’re doing this. No one should be so young marrying a girl so much older than you. She’s old enough to drink, you aren’t.”
Glytherin lied down too. “I’m so glad you admitted that.” He said. “You know, she’s already thinking about kids.” I turned to look at him now. He looked back at me and bit his lip and busted out into a laugh. “I looked at her just like that when she told me about it.” I nodded. I was tired now. “I’m sorry as well; I wish I didn’t have to leave you here. You can take my house if it isn’t destroyed after the war.”
I nodded.
I turned to him. “Why don’t you object?” I asked. He turned to me as well.
“Because,” he said sighing. “It’s not good to object like this when the marriage is already prepared and she’d haunt me for the rest of my life if I did.” Now I looked at him steadily.
“But,” I said. I hesitated to say this but if he was going to be gone, I had nothing to lose. “But what if you were with me instead?” He turned to me now looking confused.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“You know

what I mean.” I said.
He shrugged. “Maybe things would be better.” He replied. Things would be a lot better for me. I wouldn’t be so upset. He closed his eyes not before he set a timer for eight o’clock. He put his arms to his sides but used one to turn off a lamp.
Now it was officially dark, there was no light at all. All I could see was the exceptional outside light reflecting in his eyes that soon closed.
I hovered over him silently, suddenly, and as reluctant as I had ever been, I pressed my lips against his. Without looking, he came up to meet me. He held the back of my head and let me kiss him. He didn’t let go. There we were, in the middle of the night, kissing. I knew how bad this was. His hands touched my face and then he let go of me. He looked at me again and smiled. Was he not surprised?
I stared completely in shock. Some kind of sudden triumph had hit me like a striking train. The smile went from his face. “I can’t,” he said sitting up immediately scratching his head confused. “Orphelia,” he said. “You really mess me up.” So was this what he meant in the hate notes?
“Are you blaming me?” I asked. He shook his head. “But you did kiss me when I was trying to sleep. I really don't think that's fair, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go.”
He went over to the door and went out. Seriously? “You’re going to leave? Now?” I said raising my voice so he could hear me. He opened the door again and nodded. I stood up from the bed chasing him down the stairs. “Please don’t leave.” I said. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to leave, because sooner or later, you’re gonna be gone and I won’t even see you again.”
“So you believe I’m gonna die?” he asked.
I shook my head. What was I trying to incline? “No,” I said. “I mean you’re going to be gone as in, married, on honeymoons, and you won’t have the time for me like you just had now. I don’t want you to leave.” I came down the stairs to where he was at and he backed up a bit like I was a poisonous rattle snake.
“I’ll always have time for you, it’s not like we won’t be friends anymore.” I was glowing, he knew it, and I knew it. Soon enough, I could be glowing enough to light the whole world. He put a hand to his temple like he didn’t have much patience.
“I don’t want to be just friends with you Glytherin.” I said now with the least confidence in the world. I was wet now, thinking it was sweat; it was just tears covering me all the way. “I don’t want you to get married because I want a chance.” He began to walk away. I came closer to him just as he reached the door. I felt like I wanted to fall on the floor and whine.
“I can’t do this.” He said readying himself to leave in the dark cold night.
“But I love you...just a bit too much to let you go right now,” I said shrugging, smiling, laughing and crying all at the same time. I must’ve looked like a mess, but I realized I wasn’t glowing. But this was true to me. Too fast for me to capture, he moved back to his place where his body was again in contact with mine. Our lips locking and his arms around my waist. I held onto him tightly so I wouldn’t fall to all of the pressure he put onto me.
I mysteriously wondered if he could taste my tears. He put my hair from around my face with his hand and leaned me against a wall like I was too heavy to carry. He put his hands near me unraveling the robe, cautiously, and just then, there was a knock on the door. He parted from me faster than when he came. He went over to the front door and opened it. It was Rigor again. “Well,” he said. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting your passionate kiss, before your wedding day, with another woman, was I?”
Glytherin scratched his head looking confused as before. “Don’t hide anything from me, mate.” Rigor said walking in and staring at me all messed up looking, but the tears were gone. I’d wiped them off before he’d stepped in. I was in an open robe staring blankly in this guy’s eyes. He laughed. “That’s sad,” he said. He handed me a box that he had in his