But then you see a silhouette
A head, a body, could it be
A person, a human
Coming towards you
I slowly got used to Harry being here, but that tugging feeling never stopped. If I looked for it I could find it, but most of the time I couldn't feel it. It was like when you step into a room and it smells foul but then you get used to it and it doesn't smell bad anymore. I knew that eventually I would have to face but I wasn't ready to. I didn't want to ask how he didn't know I didn't have a colour, why he wanted my confession. There wasn't grey in the colour system, it was obvious that I didn't have a colour. I looked like nothing and that's what I was. There were times when I nearly went to talk to him but either Lilitu or myself would get the better of me. There were times when he looked like he wanted to talk to me but he never did. We both knew that we would have to face it eventually but we didn't want to. Plus it was hard to do that.
When he wasn't with Lilitu he was crowded by his many fans and no matter how long ago his first day was he still had a humougus crowd around him. There was always somebody with him, there was never a time when he was alone. Even in classes someone was always talking to him, he was a school celebrity. There was no possibility that I would ever get a chance to talk to him. These things started to get into his head too, he started wearing japanese leather, mulberry silk, vicuña wool and the best fabric he could buy. He started to strut with his nose in the air, acting stuck up. There were times when this appearance faltered, but it always came back in a flash. Now he had been at school for over a month I could no longer put a much needed conversation on hold. But I how in the world would I get an opportunity to talk to him and more importantly would he give the time of day. He was the highest of the high and she was the lowest of the low, he might not even acknowledge me, just like everyone else. I wanted to believe that he wasn't like that but the more I watch him the less I believed it. He treated greens like peasents and was nothing like the boy I had meet before. He was self absorbed, prideful, cold, and just like a demon. He was even worse than LilItu, at least at times she could act fakely nice, Harry didn't seem like he could.
But no matter what kind of person he was now, or what I would have to do to get through to him I was going to it. It could feel it in my bones, I needed to talk to him and hopefully he had the same feeling. I just wanted to know if he could help stop the feeling. The feeling didn't hurt it just didn't feel nice and was very uncomfortable. I didn't what that feeling for the rest of my life and my gut told me that he was the only one who could help stop it. I racked my brains all day trying to think of a time when he was alone. And it was only when I was walking home that it hit me, home! He could be surrounded by fans in his own houses right? Wrong, well kind of, there were people clustered around the front door but everyone was too idiotic to notice there was a back door. I slipped through the crowd, nobody really caring about me or what I did, I pressed the doorbell and waited not sure if he would hear me through the screams and shouts of the paparazzi. After a few minutes I pressed the door bell repeatedly and I heard quick, shuffleing footsteps come to the back door. The doornob turned and and Harry's face poked out,
"What are you doing here?" he asked his mask complety gone. I stood there shocked at his sudden personality change.
"Elina??" he asked when I took too much time to answer.
"What?, Oh! I was just wondering if we could talk for a bit." I reply not fully understanding why he was suddenly so nice. He shot a quick glance behind him before nodding,
"Meet me after school tomorrow behind the red slide. I nodded, I just wanted to talk, and I wanted to do it as soon as possible.
Near my school there was a playground that was broken down and abandoned but what stood out was that the red slide. Unlike everything else in the playground it was untouched, still shining after everything around it perished. People didn't understand why slide which was coloured the most disgraceful colour was the one that lasted so long. Before I didn't get it either but now I understood how the least of the least could be the most powerfull. The red slide used to be just something that I couldn't make sense of but now it was a symbol of how much I had chenged in the last few months. I was no longer the weakling that everybody thought would fall I was nobody that was stronger than everybody else.
The next day school went like it always did but this time I didn't feel that same dread or sadness as I normally did. The school day seemed to take forever but I knew that at the end of the day I would finally have some sense of peace. So I waited, sometimes patiently, sometimes unpatiently. I wanted answers, I wanted comfort that I wasn't going crazy, that I wasn't making things up. So as soon as school ended I dashed to the playground. I waited at the red slide half expecting Harry no to show up but then I saw a human figure in the distance. I rubbed my eyes but it was still there. Time passed and soon I could see Harry's features coming closer he stopped in front of me but didn't say anything. However I did,
"Hello?"