"They still write poems about you, you know?"
He looked at me strangely, "Why?"
I shrugged, "You are a tragedy, people love to dwell on those."
He smiled to himself, "There is nothing tragic about grasping what you want... even if it's only for a mo...
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"Ah, there she is! The woman who smashed my heart into pieces."
Suzanna sucked in a loud gasp and stumbled behind. His voice resonated inside her, shaking her bones and rattling her core. Her heels got tangled in the same cape she had been struggling with for the entire day and the next thing she knew was that she was quickly tumbling towards the marbled floor.
Bracing herself for the inevitable fall, she wailed and shut her eyes tightly, but it never came. Instead, she felt a pair of strong hands with cool metallic rings hold her bare arms and steady her, keeping her from the embarrassing descent.
"So you still haven't learned to walk without falling."
He was here... In flesh... standing right before her.
Suzanna gulped. He looked beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking. Wearing a white suit with a blueprinted shirt underneath, Harry's hair had gotten longer than she remembered, but not too much, just enough for curly tendrils to fall on his forehead to cover his eyes, just enough to make Suzanna want to reach out and push them away from his eyes just so that she could have a better look at his face. He had stubble, a kind of five o'clock shadow on his jaw that made him look older. He'd gotten a lot tanner too. But when she looked at his eyes, emerald greens that looked at her with the same wonder, he looked the same.
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Standing so close that she could smell the musky smell that always lingered around him, feel the warmth radiate off of his body. He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. She wanted to cling to his shirt, bury her face into the warm curve of his neck and never let go.
But he then removed his hands from her arms and she felt cold again, and so did he.
His eyes raked over her. Drinking in the sight of her. She looked fucking gorgeous. Like a bloody angel. The radiant glow that she gave off almost looked like a freaking halo and Harry had to remind himself to breathe. And that dress... it hugged her in all the right places and the goddamned cleavage that ran all the way to her stomach made Harry's head reel with filthy thoughts, thoughts that he definitely should not be having.
He could hardly believe that she was right in front of him. His Anna... the woman who had left him alone and broken his heart into a thousand pieces, the woman he loved more than anything.
"You're here." Her voice was barely audible, it was as if she was speaking to herself rather than anyone else.
Harry had to give himself a mental slap in order to get his thoughts in straight. He couldn't get lost in how amazing she looked or her deep brown eyes staring at him with so much wonder or the addictive smell that simply made him want to pull her into himself and nuzzle his face in her hair.
"I am." He whispered. "Anna..."
All air was knocked out of her lungs when she heard him call her by that name. It had been way past four years that she had been Anna. She was so used to being Suzy that she had forgotten what being Anna felt like. And dear lord, how she missed being Anna.
