CHAPTER 13DREAMSH A R R Y The next morning.I was woken up when I felt someone moving and shifting too close to me. I opened my eyes and found America sleeping soundly on top of my bed lying down next to me. She was lying on her side while she was facing me and had a few tendrils of her hair covering her face. I securely pushed it off her cheeks, careful enough not to wake this beautiful sweet creature.I turn to my side to face her too as I stare at her pleasant face and I swear to God I would never want this moment to end with her. I wish I could do as much as I can with her while she is still here. I wish I can freeze time and just lie on this bed with her, like this. Not worrying about a thing and definitely not worrying about our hurtful pasts. Right now, I want to heal myself for her.I’d give up all the days I got left because without her, I don’t know if they’re even worth it anymore. I’d give it all for her if she’d only let me.We stayed like this for a while until she sl

CHAPTER 13.2A M E R I C A I stand in the living room of the apartment that I used to share with Charles and those years that we spend with each other here are being played in front of me like a movie. I looked around the whole living room and felt so nauseated remembering about the feeling that I felt when we first bought the entire place for the two of us.This was home for us.I walked around the entire living room and stared at our pictures which were still on the frames and felt warmth inside my heart knowing that he hasn’t replaced or thrown our pictures yet. He still has my favourite fleece blanket placed over the sofa that I always use when I fall asleep on the couch watching TV. He didn’t forget to put my plant near the window today for it to have sunlight and he usually forget about it before. I walked to the bedroom and was too scared to open the door because I was reminded of what I saw the last time.I breathe heavily before I had the courage to take the knob and open th

CHAPTER 14.1We were just staring at each other intently but my gut is telling me that this could be related with Faith.“Okay. This is just pure craziness!” Zion exclaims, ruining our mood solving this mystery. “There is no such thing as deity and such a man who lives thousands of years in this new era. Guys, can we talk something else more interesting?”All of us decided to divert our attention into planning what to do tomorrow. After a few conversation and the tons of snacks, we played some card games and we were just enjoying the night.Fast forward, we ended up spending the night at Pacific Beach since Neal insisted on wanting to see the old man. Neal was much interested with the story unlike Zion and I don’t blame him for not believing it because it sounded pretty much absurd too. But, I know there is something more about this island and I want to know about it no matter what it takes.I sit close by the shoreline and just allowed the water to crawl to the sand and wet my feet.

CHAPTER 15.1“There’s more.” He says moving the light to the inner side of his right ankle which said “DRIVE” then lastly on the outer side of his right ankle which said “N.C.”He pulled his head back up to me and stared intently into my eyes as I smiled, “I wanted to get your address tatted on my feet so that I get reminded where I should walk them.”I was overwhelmed with so much emotions bolting up inside my body and I know for sure that I don’t want to let this go. I don’t want this with anyone else but Harry. “You’re crazy for getting my name on your chest and my address on your ankles.” I tell him.He stares at it and looked back at me, “I think it looks cool.”I smile at him, “I think it is too.”He takes my hand and focused his light over my left ring finger. He stares at his initials tatted on my skin before he looked back at me, “A tied note and a surfboard.”I nod, “Very much Harrison Scott.”He chuckles and I joined him too.But we stopped from laughing and our smiles fade

CHAPTER 16.1He breathes heavily still with his sad eyes, “I didn’t like our home because it was not home. It was never a place where you can call home. I get so angry at people who adores him and praises him because he is not the man they see him on TV when he gets back to our house. He’s a total different person behind the camera without the glitz and the glamour.”I pressed my lips together and really felt Harry’s anger against his dad and for what he did to him at such a young age. I can’t believe such man like Jackson Scott, ultimately famous all over the entire world, could physically hurt his own son at a ripe age of six just because he wanted him to make music as the centre of his life. No wonder Harry’s never scared to try anything new.“He’s a total disciplinarian at home and his command is absolute. My two older brothers followed all of his command but I never did because I didn’t want to. He never wanted his sons to have long hair, I let mine grow out. He never wanted me t