Savin' Me

It had slipped from his pocket, was laying on the cracked blacktop beside him. Viktor could see it lighting up those police cars he’d avoided for months on end, lights screamed danger, not safety – until it was Harmony’s name lighting up on the screen. They paid no attention to the rumble and tinny dance of its song, the blows continuing to come until everything, including the phone, vibrated at the edges of his vision. He roared, trying to push back against them, but the weak was working its way through his system from that wound on his side.

Slumping back down, Viktor realised the black working its way into the edges of his vision weren’t just the wet, stinking ground. Fear bit with razor sharp fangs. Was this what it had been like for nagyapa? Laid out on the vibrating floor of the plane, the poison – he was sure if he fumbled for the wound he would see black blood on his hand – working its way through his system. He’d known it was Death, calling his grandson to him to pass the alpha spark. Eniko wasn’t here for him to do the same. Like Harmony she would have been waiting back at the motel for him. How soon would restlessly come this time? Not soon enough to do anything, maybe not soon enough for them to avoid this too.

Viktor’s fingers curled against the ground, the weakness in his muscles frustrating enough for him to growl against it. Knees dragged against the blacktop, coming towards his chest. It opened him up for blows to the soft underbelly he’d shared with Harmony when she’d hidden her own, and then took advantage. Boots swinging, connecting with the wound they had opened up in a way that left the darkness sweeping in on his vision thickening. Squinting against it, he turned his head again, expecting to see their friends strolling down the street to witness his end – ready to celebrate another one of those things dead. That was good, yes? Less to pollute this town, to slaughter humans like cattle – unimaginable, unheard of in his pack.

That fresh shadow swam in and out of focus, before her voice sent it snapping back into one running form. Blonde hair, fear – was that his or hers? Harmony, not just on the screen of his phone.

”Fuss. Kicsikém. Fuss.” It felt like something tore in his side, the warning cut off with another kick from the one right over him. Rolling to his side, Viktor struggled to half turn, claws barely piercing his fingertips. Enough, maybe enough. He raked them over the ankle of the one doing most of the damage. They were down, only serving to reveal another, wrapped around Harmony in an echo of how he had first seen her. Harmony’s eyes were on his. Would he have to watch her taken this time? Killed?

Blue eyes flickered to red, sputtering like the fire in the cabin on those windy nights that were so cold it felt like your marrow would freeze in your bones. Viktor roared again, more of the alpha in the sound now, but the blows continued until a wind of a different kind rolled through the alleyway. It went almost silent, the blows on his back slower now. He swayed, feeling the crackle work its way over his skin, into the wound at his side where it throbbed like a heartbeat. Black blood, still with that blue steam rising from it, pattered faster onto the ground (not only slick with fetid water and milkshake now). Viktor stared, his chest working like the bellows that had worked the forge in the village – sparks exploding from it as they had taken turns in working them – as the man’s hands started to work over Harmony in a different way.

Jealousy joined the anger, fuelling him as he turned again, swiping for the one crawling away from him, the one still working that bar over him like they wanted to pulp his insides. Harmony’s voice didn’t penetrate the haze of pain and anger, not even as the man who had held her pulled a weapon and turned on those he had appeared with. Temporarily alone Viktor went back to hands and knees, swaying, grunting as he tried find the energy to get back to his feet. Muscles trembled under his skin, a growing vibration that only partly muted as Harmony sank down beside him.

He let her turn his head towards her, his frown sharpening at her question. Viktor made a low sound in his throat, shaking his head at her. Even that sent the world whirling around him again, a ride like the one he had been on at the carnival with Aliz. ”Somethin’ on blade,” Viktor grunted. ”Like nagyapa … weak …” He had told Harmony of what had happened on the plane, what had slowly been killing nagyapa, the stuff that smoked in the wound and turned his blood to oil. Lazslo had given it a name in those minutes after nagyapa had died – something deadly to wolves, unless it was … The frown deepened, mental fingers slipping on the memory.

Not all of them were down. As he tried to grasp for what he had forgotten one came back. Voice a cutting sneer over the sound of the men and women fighting against themselves. Harmony’s arms went around him, pulling him close, like somehow she could protect – like nagyanya, trying to give them the time to get to safety, taking all of that violence on herself. ”No!” Another of those bellows that set everything to trembling against her. He squirmed, trying to get himself free, but everything was harder now.

Another sputtering flicker of red, catching just long enough for his claws to emerge, patches of hair trying to work their way over his skin, his fangs pressing against his gums. Viktor slashed again, not the man’s ankles this time, just a nick on his calf, enough to have the man dropping to his knees though, a weapon clattering beside him. ”Use it! Harmony, Hagynod kell, hogy megízlelje a vérét.” If she didn’t it would be a dead man she cradled against herself. The black stain was covering almost his entire vision now, the world turning red as it shrunk down to narrow slots that revealed all that violence in the alleyway. Their blood ran scarlet, his own black still, the poison working its way towards his heart with those smoky fingers.

Tagged: HARMONY * Word Count: 1082
Translate: Run. My little one. Run/You need to let it taste his blood

There’d be no satisfaction for Aliz to tell him – or his body – I told you so. She’d sworn they were only safer if they stuck together and each time something had happened in the months he thought they’d been on the island, he’d felt a relief that it hadn’t happened with them there. They were safe. None of them would ever have realised what had stopped him from coming back, but they would go on being safe. With them in town the fear that now their lives, and Harmony’s, would be in greater danger had returned to burn in his chest like a flame. He’d let it rip like a fújólámpa, a flame hot enough to melt metal, but apparently not his sister’s attitude at the carnival. Still it wasn’t enough to convince them. Maybe this would.

Viktor wanted to fight it, to push back the darkness at the edges of his vision and stop the acidic burn from working its way through his muscles. The anger and fear that burned just as hot there, coalescing into that torch’s point in his brain and heart did nothing to push it back, maybe only accelerating the rush of the wolfsbane through his system. He couldn’t stop the emotions, or the confusion that cloaked the part of him still thinking as he looked at Harmony’s face. It had shifted, something in her just for a moment as she had ordered the men to turn on one another.

His vision blurring where it hadn’t already been swamped in that darkness, Viktor tried to break free of her when he had come. Another one to cut down all that mattered, violence and hatred radiating from her, Harmony right there… No. The word had echoed from his lips hadn’t it? A roar of desperation that preceded the swipe of his claws. Did he have the energy to finish it as brought him down? No. She would have to do it to save both of them. A huff of breath puffed out of him, relief leaving him sagging into Harmony as that rain of blood joined his own on the ground. Down. Safe. Surely safe now.

He heard Harmony’s order, grunted – even that sounding weak as he tried to obey her. Was that the ground rushing up at him or death? That was definitely Harmony’s touch still, maybe not death, not yet, but soon and none of them there to take his place with the slash of a blade. The ground was cold – or was that just him? – not hard under him any longer though. Bonelessly he lay there, looking up into her eyes until they tore from him to him. The growl came again, distrust boiling up, as he groped for Harmony’s arm. ”N-not him. D-d-don’t trust…” Not that he could do anything about it. Weakly, all he could was squirm there, and watch distantly as the man who had fetched what she asked pulled his gun and shot … Viktor twitched, a cry rolling from his lips as he expected blood to spill from Harmony, but she wasn’t the one to fall. The man …

A blood spattered hand groped towards her, didn’t have the strength to hold on to her. Not she touched him, not yet. Just that promise, the one he wanted to believe and hold onto, when everything in him wanted to tell her to leave him and be safe again. They were not … the men were still … He tried to arch his back and look, but Harmony was already doing what he’d once instructed her to. Heat, the only one to burn it out. A blue flame in the dark, flaring before Harmony was there, rising over him, but not in a way she had before. His lips quivered with the effort to breathe as she worked his shirt up, then parted on a scream as the blade went in. Heat in his gut, not metaphorical this time, searing flesh, thickening those streams of blue smoke as they rose from him.

”Not going …Nélküled sehol.” A promise slipped from nearly bloodless lips that broke off into another holler that echoed in that narrow, fetid space. Fingers groping again, Viktor tried to find her wrist as it was something softer pressed to his cheek. His eyes opened, fixed on hers. No sooty dark obscuring everything now. He could see her eyes, as glassy as his own. Fingers found her wrist, held on as he willed his body to fight. A slow tide turning, the burn shrinking back to the super nova of the wound itself.

Even that began to dim, the warmth returning to fingers gone icy. Viktor tugged gently against her, trying to find the strength to ease himself up. It felt like an eternity to get there, eventually curling into her, the protection of the arms that had shielded him when it seemed each breath would be his last. He curled into her, hands gripping her arms, holding himself upright as he rested his forehead against her shoulder and tried to draw life into himself with every breath. Someone would come soon, the sounds of this must’ve been heard all over town. Viktor’s boot heels scraped against the blacktop, still too weak to push up on his own. ”We move,” he croaked. ”Someone come. See this, us.” Them.

The bodies were spread around the car, the violence that they had wreaked on him – the bruises, the welts, the wounds – covering them. Viktor stared, his chest still heaving as he drew in ragged breaths. Confusion furrowed his brow as he looked at her again. ”You told them … do this … Harmony, mit csináltál velük?” She had saved his life, but how? And at what cost. He shook his head, remembering the way she had returned to their room, blood slicking her skin and excuses on her lips.

Tagged: HARMONY * Word Count: 980
Translate: Blowtorch/Nowhere without you/What did you do to them

His were the hands running over her in that narrow alleyway in Budapest. Looking for wounds, marks left by the men he had been sure would kill him. Eyes wide, meeting hers for the first time, offering up an apology for not getting there sooner in a language he’d quickly realised she barely caught a word for. Not the weak one. Not the one barely holding on while she shook and her heart raced, desperation filling the air in a cloud he couldn’t escape. Was it Harmony’s or his? Viktor was choking on it, on his own screams. Some of it faded as the flame was snuffed out, but he knew he would still feel this when they got back to the motel, the fear, the realisation that this place wasn’t safe for the pack seared into his veins. What Harmony had done seared into his brain.

She had saved him. She had stopped them by asking them to … something inside of him recoiled, what had once been covered by certainty that she had been the victim every time one of them had laid hands on her suddenly bared, doubting. His vision was stronger now, the weakness draining out like the black blood had done on the ground. He could see Harmony, the men on the ground, the damage to all but himself. Harmony’s hands were on him, one at his side, guiding him up so he no longer sprawled there on the battleground they had created. Viktor’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, Harmony’s head resting against his, the way it did when they were in bed in the motel. A sanctuary away from all of this that would now feel tainted, insecure. They would need somewhere new, somewhere else to try again.

The plane could not fly now, not without the magnetos – he hadn’t found enough in the yard, they’d sworn to look for more, but they could not take off without them – they were stuck. Aliz and Alex might have argued anyway. This place had been good enough for him with just Harmony, what was the problem now. This. These people and the near miss with Death, without Harmony …

Her quiet agreement, weak enough to have his hand sliding up to the side of her neck, his thumb sliding up beneath her chin in reassurance. They had to, no choice. She saw that didn’t she? Had done the impossible to make sure they had a chance for it. Gravity tried to reassert it’s hold on him as they finally got upright. Viktor’s hand slid down to her waist, gripping as he stubbornly put one foot in front of the other, still trying not to put too much weight on her. Picking their way amongst the bodies, resisting the urge to kick the closest – see how they liked it. The man’s eyes were open though, fixed, blood spiderwebbing skin already starting to go pale. ”Lôfasz! Understand enough.” The bite wouldn’t come to his voice though, it was rough, a concerned edge to it that usually would’ve had him turning to her, laying hands on her and shaking until she stopped lying to his face. Or at least he thought she had.

Not vampire. Ha! Nagyanya had plenty of stories about those. So many believing the Roma were the start of all of that, as he’d said to Harmony – lôfasz!. Vampires couldn’t affect him and maybe she had, eroding all self-control until they had … the tremors bit back for a moment as Harmony eased him down in the car, her fingers worming their way into his pockets. Viktor sucked a breath in through his nose, his eyes shutting as she turned back. He didn’t bother to buckle up, no point now, all rules thrown out the window. ”Fast,” he ordered hoarsely as Harmony got behind the wheel, jamming the keys into the ignition, pulling out. ”They might have … friends.” How many had been at the motel? Had they all come for him now.

Lines carved deep as he opened his eyes, frowning at the rear view mirror. Viktor dragged his eyes away as Harmony began to speak. Maybe his English still wasn’t perfect, but he caught every word that came from her lips, the ones that could apparently drug – most people, him – making them do whatever she wanted. He twisted, ignoring the catch in his side, like he was a child again and had run too far. ”He thought it? What about me? Ezt a fejembe adtad? Azt hittem, hogy szeretlek?.”

A light tremor remained in his fingers as he dragged a hand over his face, holding it out like he could stop her a moment later as they roared towards the motel. Blood still stained his skin, smears of it outlining the boot prints stamped in filth on the back of his hand. If he could bruise there would have been others on his ribs, a road map of damage that had been undone the moment Harmony had burned what had made him weak from his system. ”Why you not tell? Why you let them hurt you? You tell them to do that to you?” She had told him, pressing and arguing until his head spun and he would have said and done anything to stop her. Viktor’s hand curled into a fist, remembering the way she’d felt beneath his touch, melting for him, he had thought, just for him, but maybe it had been her forcing him to melt for her. All of it like the baby she had sworn they were having – not real.

Tagged: HARMONY * Word Count: 932
Translate: Bullshit/Did you put this in my head? Made me think I loved you?

She had heard, and for once, the I don’t understand your shitty language was true enough. She hadn’t heard him promise not to go anywhere without her, and he wouldn’t, not even with this. Doubt was already spreading through him like the poison had done. Had what he’d come to care for, what he’d wanted to protect all been a lie? Was he going to hold onto it with blood stained fingers under orders when Harmony had protested feeling anything for him but derision the entire time. Playing dumb, letting him take the lives of those men in the Buda alleyway when she could have done this? It seemed it would have been simple enough for her to do it, but Harmony had let him come to the rescue and had thrown it all back in his face since, only softening in those short moments.

Soft had given him comfort in the alley here, and had been returned in that promise he might as well have screamed at an empty sky. Soft now bristled, the surface trying to harden like a turtle’s shell to protect what was again soft and vulnerable inside of him. Poison burned from his body, but not his mind perhaps. Whatever was left there burned in his chest alongside his sudden burst of temper, embers of it all stinging there.

Viktor’s teeth flashed, gritted as though he had to hold that pain back the way he had the other. There was no physical fight he needed the strength for now, not in the way he had, but keeping that shell around himself needed it in his head, in his chest. ”Nem,” he spat at her. ”Never talk, problem right there. You didn’t tell … you kept blind.” With that invisible mask over his eyes as she’d talked him into doing things, pushed him with something more behind it than just button pushing maybe. ”Did you do to me, Harmony?” There was a sharp edge in his voice, the need to know only growing as they drove away from the scene and the familiar route carried them closer to the motel.

He tried to wipe it away, dragging his hand over his face, but like the blood and the muck from the alleyway it just smeared over him, tainting everything. The questions had hissed out past his hand, then balled up in the air between them like the fist he rested against his thigh as he looked in the rear view mirror, in the one on his side, checking behind them. She was quiet, the questions left hanging until he almost growled again. Face crumpled into those deep lines, the rusty brows unknitting slightly as he watched Harmony angling her head away from him. Now shy, now back to hiding from him, until the poison started to slip out of her in another way.

So soft, as she’d been in those rare moments, like on her birthday. No soft anywhere else to her though. The second time the sharp was back in the curse. Fuck him? He almost laughed, but there was no humour inside of him, only the ache. ”You already do that,” he said coldly. She’d always dragged it out of him, that wave starting and ending with the heat he’d let consume him. Had the other men been pushed the same way until they’d snapped too, only with enough violence to … Viktor’s jaw went tight enough that it was a wonder he didn’t crack his teeth, especially when she squealed into the parking lot and to a stop that left him grunting. The wounds might have healed, but he wasn’t one hundred percent yet his body protested the sharp stop even though he wasn’t wearing a belt that would’ve snapped tight around him.

She was fast, scrambling out of the car, leaving him behind to drag himself out after her. His knuckles were white as he gripped the top of the door, staring after her as she unlocked the door. He wouldn’t ask for her now, but there was still a weakness in his legs that galled him as he slammed the door finally and started after her. ”You start them … you can’t stop them same way?” Viktor asked sharply. He’d seen nagyanya and even Alex control all sorts of things, never people, maybe if they had he wouldn’t have been here now, they wouldn’t have lost so many and been left like … ”You come here hurt … I don’t … Nem értem, hogyan védesz meg engem, de nem magadat. Why not stop?” There was no doubting she had saved his life today and that had been against a half dozen of them with no help from him because he’d gone down with those first blows and had knelt their in the street, pathetically, while they’d come close to killing him.

Viktor stepped in after her, the door flung closed behind him. It banged open again once, then slammed shut, although it likely wouldn’t do much to stop this from reaching all of their ears. The first thing he was going to hear out of Aliz’s mouth was I told you so and maybe she had. ”Even…” Viktor spat, stalking towards her. He growled, slamming the drawer shut again as he crowded in to Harmony. ”Who ever said you owe … this just a … a … visszafizetés. Megmentem az életedet, hogy maradj, tedd magad az életem részévé... aztán megmented az enyémet, és kész? No.” His voice was icy now, like the creeks got in winter, cracking as he growled again, a finger pointing at her as she twisted what had happened. No. She might have played him, got under his skin with … that … but he’d gotten rid of men who were going to hurt her.

Now Harmony’s fingers were on that blade again, twisting one they couldn’t see inside of his chest until she was cutting something out. He picked up her bag, tipping the whole thing off of the bed, away from where she could fill it. His face was white again, his lips pressed together so hard they were near bloodless. Viktor forced himself not to squeeze as he gripped her arm though, just pulled until he could lower his face towards hers. ”You don’t talk about them,” he hissed. Dog he couldn’t argue, his English – bah, he had enough for her to understand him – but orphan, as though he had a choice in it, as though that didn’t cut him every day with her hands the ones that covered the wounds, that stopped the pain for a moment. ”You hid,” he hissed. ”Why not let me see? Why twist all? Why, Harmony?” His other hand rose, fingers gripping her chin, trying to drag her face up so all that anger could spill right out at him instead of sneaking in, insidious like the poison those men had filled him with, the one she’d saved him from … all so this could happen.

Tagged: HARMONY * Word Count: 1167
Translate: I don't understand how you protect me, but not yourself / Repayment. I save your life so you stick around, make yourself part of ... part of my life ... and then you save mine and we're done?

Retreat. Lick your wounds until the danger is gone and then try and collect what’s left of the pack. The temptation had been there, burning like he had been run through with the red hot blade of Harmony’s knife, when they had landed on the island. He could have stayed, they could have tried to recover together before they had set out again as a pack. Aliz would have pleased and he would have suffered through his grief with the pack around him – the question of whether he was doing the right thing by risking them all eating away at the edges of that wound. Instead of going with his first instinct he had run.

An alleyway in Budapest, those men laying hands on her, trying to kill her. Viktor had fought them, putting his safety on the line for a woman he hadn’t known. After he had forced her to run, but they hadn’t hunkered down for long. No time to question what had happened, to try and sort of the truth to all the wounds he’d imagined had been there, cutting deeper into Harmony’s skin than he had been able to see. No time to regroup, only to push on, hoping that more of them wouldn’t catch up to them. Find a place, feel safe, then bring the pack to start to try and rebuild.

Plans shattered like his bones in that alleyway. The only way to rebuild now was to leave, find another place, but how did you build on the mountain of lies you would carry with you? There could be no drawing Harmony down into the bed in the den they’d made here even before the others had arrived. No holding her until both of them shook from something other than the anger raging through him now, red hot still, like she’d jabbed it into his heart instead of the wound that would have killed him.

The blade jabbed again with the sarcasm dripping from Harmony’s lips. It hadn’t been there in the alleyway when they had both been wrapped in that icy blanket of fear. ”You not let me there. Viktor stay here, you not enjoy...” Bitterness flooded his mouth. The night at the club, had that been what she’d planned to do with the man she’d been talking to. He’d thought it was just an attempt to put him off of ever coming again, pissing him off enough that he would stop asking, stop trying to protect her. Viktor grunted at her question, the sound pained, tearing free of flesh still healing. ”He did as you ask. You stop them all.” Out of fear that he was going to die, all he’d seen of it had been through darkening vision, the poison robbing him of any clarity. Now it was crystal clear.

Harmony turned away from him as he stalked over, not meeting his eye, not telling him what he needed to hear to close up the rest of those wounds. Commanding words could drip from her lips like honey, but the truth? Ha! She was running from it, trying to like he wouldn’t fight for it, for her, as hard as he had his life tonight.

No turning now. He felt the vibration of the slamming door in his bones, in his chest when she started to move away from him. Viktor’s chest rose and fell heavily, heat suffusing his face like it had done when he was a child and every emotion had ended up flaming there. He barked out a laugh, his fingers curling into his palm before one jabbed at her again. ”Now you understand filthy language. I held you, chain you here. You free to go at any time, but you not run.” Shaking his head, he tried to deny the portrait she was painting of herself, like she had ever bowed to anything he’d said. Harmony was no damsel, she was fierce, saving his life because he was something more to her than just some sort of captor. ” Téged akartam. Ki vagy, nem az, akinek gondolnak.” The Harmony who’d eaten cake with him on the bed, who’d told him more about herself then as he’d shared his family, his life with her, than she ever had before.

Viktor shook his head, lips peeling back in a sneer. They weren’t done. He wasn’t done with her and that wasn’t out of all the games she’d played with his head. ”Not done,” he snarled. The truth hadn’t spilled out of her yet, he hadn’t turned it over with the way he did everything, trying to fit it into the complicated puzzle his life had become, like the plane’s engine, pieces slotted together, some still functioning, some missing, others damaged, but never beyond repair.

It had never been tears with her, sobs rolling out of her until he backed away from whatever argument they’d tumbled into. Now they shimmered in Harmony’s eyes. Maybe out of anger, the glitter dangerous instead of gut twisting. He should’ve stopped and brushed them away, but she was running, as she always had done before, pushing him until stopped asking and she could escape again. Viktor cursed mentally, trying to tell himself to be gentle, but Harmony wasn’t ready for that. Every choice she made was still to have his control shattering.

Now it trembled, ready to fall apart, for the man she liked him to be to break free. The fingers that gripped her jaw shook, not with the desire to hurt her the way they had, but with the force of her blows. ”You know it so well, az életem.” What she thought she saw of it. Bitterness crawled up into his throat, no amount of head shaking tearing apart the accusations. ”Téged akartam.” Even if she was crazy. Viktor flexed his fingers, trying not to hunch over at the blows she kept landing. ”You never speak truth. Lies, Harmony. Why?” He might have been blind to what she could do, maybe to what she’d done to him, but it had been no spell on her birthday, he was sure of that.

Would she have needed to tear at him with her words until he was half animal if she could have just kissed him and had him be anybody she wanted? No. No. No matter what she was saying, he wouldn’t believe that her game had been that twisted. He had come to care for someone Harmony would allow nobody else to see. Harden yourself up, like a turtle with its shell and you couldn’t be hurt first. Her nails had done the damage to him, not the poison whispered from her lips, digging deep into the shattered remains of his own shell to peel it away, leaving him vulnerable for her and the damage she could do now.

Harmony tried to pull back, but his hands gripped harder, not allowing herself to tear away and thicken that shell again. It was raw for them both now. He wanted to lower his brow to hers, to dig his own nails into those seams and show her that he would not tear that soft part of her to pieces. ”Stop,” he growled. Not to demand that she let go of him, but to beg her to stay. They weren’t running again. His touch softened, his thumb skimming over the line of her jaw. Brows rising, Viktor questioned her statement before his voice rumbled out. ”Because I might see? I can handle.” If he knew the truth.

She moved like maybe she would tell him now, fingers releasing their hold on his wrist, leaving just the brand of her touch behind. Fingertips slipped into her mouth. His own head drew back, the muscles in his head standing out like cords as though just a few millimetres more would stop her doing to him what she had done to those men. ”You didn’t before …" See what it’s like, not already had seen. Her fingers brushed his lips, had him clamping them together as though it would stop whatever it was penetrating. A kiss. Like they’d shared each time she had pushed him across the line.

Wrenching his head away from her, Viktor dropped the hand on her jaw to her other arm. Pulling Harmony in, twisting until he could throw her back on their bed. He dropped down after her, his forearms bracketing her head, his hips pinning her there. The thinnest barrier between them, his face close enough that he could no longer see her poisonous lips, just the blue of her eyes left luminous by her tears. ”Do it,” he growled. ”You want to walk from me, do it. Tell me not to follow, try and get you back. You want free, make me let you go.” He didn’t wait for her to work the poison up again, didn’t want to see it if it was coming. Closing even that gap, he kissed her head, stealing away the chance to carve any more wounds into him tonight.

Tagged: HARMONY * Word Count: 1506
Translate: I wanted you. Who you are, not who they think you are. / My life / I wanted you.