[Comprehensive British and American] 280 days of tragedy

I want to have you alone and absolutely.Not only to love alone, but to be loved alone.Love is really a great selfishness. - Nietzsche.

"So...forgive me?" Harry asked softly in her ear.The warm breath made his lips open and close ambiguously around her sensitive earlobe, Ye An put his hands on his chest and pushed him away slightly.

"what?"

"I ask." Harry asked earnestly, with some erratic and elusive tentativeness at the corner of his mouth, testing her unknown inner world: "Did you forgive me?"

Why do you ask?

This question clearly appeared in Ye An's eyes, even though she didn't say it.She frowned slightly, as if a little distressed, some long bangs were hooked behind her ears, revealing clear and beautiful eyes like black crystals.It is clearly a deep color, but it is extremely clear, and it is easy to see the flow of emotions inside.

She turned her head and fell into thinking, as if she was very surprised by this sudden question, or there were too many thoughts crowded in her mind, and she couldn't choose an answer from them.The dazed, dignified, contemplative, and entangled in the eyes finally showed a distressed expression.

The corners of his mouth were pursed tightly, and he shook his head.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of air flowing could be heard. A briar rose was climbing on the window sill, half-opened shyly.The warm light shines through the petals, printing a light trail.

Harry's heart sank suddenly, and his blue eyes gathered a storm, "You..."

Before he could speak, he was interrupted by a crisp voice.

"I don't know what I need to forgive you for." Ye An thought for a while, but he still couldn't figure out what the answer Harry wanted to know.

"what?"

Ye An raised his head and glanced at Harry, not knowing why his expression looked a little stunned, as if what he originally wanted to do was completed in an unexpected process.

She was a little strange. In fact, this question was very strange. He suddenly asked such a question ambiguously, but he didn't make it clear what he wanted to forgive him for.

"I said, I don't know what to forgive you for," she said again.

Harry blinked, not knowing why he found it funny for a while, as if the things he was struggling with were not worth mentioning in her heart.Her eyes were clean and free of other colors. Harry looked at the confused face, lowered his voice and said in a contemptuous tone: "In other words, you don't hold any grudges against me."

"Why should I hate you?" Ye An reached out and touched his forehead in confusion, wondering if Harry was sick, and kept asking strange questions.

Harry grabbed her hand, pressed his fingers lightly on her palm a few times, and then slid all the way down to her wrist.

Her gaze also slid to her wrist, and she finally realized what he was referring to, and was slightly taken aback.She recalled the burning wound on her wrist that was corroded until the blood was blurred in order to escape the room, the great pain after the trust was subverted by the lie, the feeling of being drained by the cold liquid that slowly pushed into the vein, and the almost revenge-like situation. .thing.

Because of a momentary impulse, she followed her heart and came back.But it doesn't mean that the hurt she has suffered will also disappear. Those memories are always there, reminding her that there was such a dispute once, allowing her to clearly see the person she is facing, and his true face is different from what she imagined. What a difference.

She looked back at that memory again, and even now, she could still feel the pain at that time, and the fury bloomed in her skin and blood.

As if touching a hot flame, she suddenly wanted to withdraw her wrist, but was stopped by Harry's sudden tightening movement.She raised her head subconsciously, just in time to meet his eyes, those almost inorganic blue eyes collided with her black pupils, and she lowered her eyelids slightly to cut off the contact line of sight.

In that short interlacing of eyes, she seemed to see a trace of imperceptible fear and madness, as if he was carefully observing her under the disguise of a smile, watching what choices the person in front of him would make.

The silence slowly tensed the atmosphere.

At this moment, she suddenly realized clearly: no matter what answer she gave, he would never let go easily.He is not the kind of man who can forgive betrayal and departure. Once he grasps something in his hand, he is unwilling to let go even if it is rotten in his hand.

Obviously it should be wrong thinking, but her feeling is very weird.Because even so, she still has nostalgia for him.All kinds of complicated emotions are mixed together, but fragrant flowers are born, which are as gorgeous as blood, moving and cruel.

It's like two completely different people, but they have two souls that fit perfectly.

Silence spread between the two of them. Ye An looked at the corners of his clear lips without saying a word. She could feel Harry staring at her. Her fluttering eyelashes traveled.

Then, it was Ye An who couldn't hold on.She couldn't help but wanted to soften her posture, her wrist was grabbed and she couldn't retract it, so she bumped her head into Harry's shoulder, and her long black hair fluttered on his shoulder because of her movement.

With her sudden movement, the tense air suddenly relaxed.Harry let go of his hand subconsciously, and Ye An's wrist was drawn back following his slack, and his hands hugged his waist forward, leaving Harry, who hadn't reacted, holding his hand blankly, A posture that was frightened by something.

After a while, he finally realized that this kind of action was too silly, so he withdrew his hand and put it on her back.

"Where's your answer?" He still asked persistently, but his tone was much more relaxed than the heaviness just now.

"What answer do you want from me?" Ye An's voice was muffled, and he could only hear the helplessness in his tone: "I can't promise you any more."

Because all the promises have been held in his hands and become the evidence that he controls her life.

"Ann." He almost sighed and read her name.His fingers tightened on the back of her back, as if to absorb the heat from her body, and even his voice melted into a warm breath, turning into an intoxicating lingering whisper: "Marry me."

Did he just say something?

The bomb-like news rang in her ears, blasting up a cloud of thought dust, and blasting her rationality into a mess.She pushed Harry away in a jiffy, her black eyes wide open with an 'did I hear something wrong' expression.

Seeing how she had to raise her head to look at him because of the height difference, she suddenly felt that her movements were very cute, like a cat leaning on its master, with round eyes staring, and hair all over her body blowing up in fright.Involuntarily, he remembered the date in Times Square, New York.

Ye Anzai was sitting in front of the piano, the sky had already revealed a faint night, and the orange sunset and neon lights mixed with a hazy color, projecting on her body.The beautiful music poured out from her fingertips, and the sleeves slipped down, revealing a little light blue light.

Smiling unconsciously, taking advantage of the girl in front of her being shocked by that sentence, she took a step back, holding her waist with both hands, and the next second——

He hugged Ye An violently.

Ye An was taken aback by his sudden movement, and tightly grasped the clothes on his shoulders with both hands to keep his balance.Fortunately, he quickly turned around and put her on the window sill aside, and pinned her to the window sill with his hands through her waist.

Light swarmed from behind, enveloping them.The lines of light and shadow intertwined in a mess, and when she raised her head, she could see the overlapping shadows of two people vaguely imprinted on the brick-red stone.

The heights of the two were reversed due to their different positions. Ye An, who was sitting on the window sill, was a few centimeters taller than Harry, and his long hair slid smoothly from his shoulders to his chest because he lowered his head.She stared slightly at Harry with wide-eyed eyes, only one figure was reflected in her black and white eyes.

Fine particles of light floated evenly in the air, Harry squinted his eyes, staring intently at Ye An's eyes from bottom to top, his right hand quietly moved to the girl's slender neck at some point.The slightly cool touch slid from the artery to the back of the head, quietly compressing the distance between the two until she could only see the eyes of the man in front of her.

Just like the lake in Lazio Beach, it is clear and almost transparent, with a slight malachite green.

"marry me."

It was no longer a questioning tone, but a straightforward request, hoarse and ambiguous, like the nighttime whispers between ears and temples.

Ye An thought she must have shown a very silly expression, because Harry's expression suddenly became meaningful, and those eyes were full of smiles and vague temptations.The hand grabbing his shoulder was unconsciously exerting force, and she even held her breath unconsciously—they were so close that they could almost feel each other's body temperature, at least with a slight bow, they could touch his lips.

On the one hand, her mind is also like boiled paste, the hot milky white liquid bubbles chaotically and chaotically.She fluttered her lips sluggishly, trying hard to grab back the reason that she didn't know where she had slipped into, so that she could stuff it back into her brain.At the same time, she almost had the confusion of 'why the topic jumped to marriage' written all over her face.

"What's wrong? Has the tongue been eaten by the cat?"

With a relaxed mood, Harry began to tease Ye An, pressing his body against her.Ye An had to shrink back, and was stopped by the palm of the back of his head in the next second.With a funny expression on his face, he bit her lip again, and kissed her lightly while talking: "Let me see."

As he spoke, he pried open her lips, and the soft lips invaded her.

"Harry." Ye An supported his shoulders, preventing him from going any further.

"The tongue is still there, so what's the answer I want?" Harry's tone was soft but his content seemed aggressive. He stared at her motionlessly with his beautiful eyes.

This intense gaze clearly told her that he didn't accept anything other than "yes".

Ye An observed the surrounding situation calmly, and then found that she was trapped, and the only exit was Harry in front of her, and then she found that the postures of the two seemed not so harmonious.

This is completely considered a forced marriage.After Ye An realized this, she was speechless for a few seconds. To be honest, she felt absurdly in her heart that Harry was as terrifying as an old leftover man in a hurry to get married.

For the first time, she hopes that everything will be fine, please come and save her.

Perhaps God finally listened to the wishes of mortals in the midst of his busy schedule, and there were three knocks on the door.

"Mr. Osborne." The voice outside the door was somewhat familiar. It seemed to be the voice of the mercenary just now. He didn't open the door, probably because he was afraid of seeing some embarrassing scene. He stood outside the door and said, "Over there There's news."

Harry paused with his fingers on Ye An's neck, "I see."

The person outside the door didn't say anything, and probably realized what he was disturbing, and the footsteps soon disappeared.

Ye An met Harry's eyes again. He looked a little unhappy. Thinking about it, his unhappiness was reasonable. She mentioned marriage twice, but she avoided them in an evasive way.

She always felt that the topic of marriage was still too early, and Ye An instinctively felt a sense of awe towards marriage.

"Hmm... is it the professor's business?" Ye An tried to reverse the heavy atmosphere with a clumsy technique of changing the subject.

The corners of Harry's mouth were slightly raised, showing an emotionless smile, and the speed of changing his face was magic.He pursed his lips and thought for a while, but he didn't know what plan was stored in his mind.In short, he stared at her for a few seconds, looking at her with eyes that seemed to be calculating something, and she felt a chill down her spine.Then he backed away and hugged her off the window sill.

"It's related to the venom." Harry straightened the clothes that Ye An had just scratched and wrinkled, looked at her with a half-smile and said, as if mocking her blunt technique of changing the subject.

"Oh." Ye An wanted to ask something, but was shaken by the other party's obviously gentle smile.She didn't intend to upset him, thought for a few seconds, then reached out to touch the back of his hand with some hesitation.His reaction was quick, like a conditioned reflex, he immediately grabbed her troublesome finger, and his eyes stayed on her.

"Are you angry?" she asked softly.

"No, of course I'm not angry." Harry raised his jaw slowly, but half-lidded hers.His hair was stained by the sun's lines, giving people an illusion of gold.As a result, the complexion on the face became a little pale, like a thin porcelain mask that could be broken at any time, revealing the melancholy and sad emotions under the mask: "Not at all."

He emphasized it affirmatively, trying to cover up something.

"Harry..." She felt guilty all at once.

"You just can't trust my sincerity." He sighed, a trace of sadness appeared on his handsome face, but soon that emotion was well covered up again.

Ye An felt guilty all of a sudden, it wasn't like Harry said that she couldn't trust his sincerity.To put it simply, she is just a little afraid of marriage.

In Harry's eyes, this expression was a good opportunity to shake the other party's mind.

"I've been looking forward to starting a family with you, as well as Asa." Harry said, looking at her quietly with moist blue eyes, and gave her the final fatal blow: "That's something I've never experienced before. of warmth."

She heard her heart hit her upper chest heavily, making a heavy thud.With his words, he felt a strong sense of guilt, not to mention that she messed up other people's lives in the first place, if it wasn't for her, Harry would not be in this strange school at this time, with a dangerous The characters circle around, and the dangerous person is still his father.

Maybe he will have an ordinary and happy life, an ordinary wife.After all, she is not a good partner anymore, at least a good partner will not bring troubles to the family, not to mention that her status as a mutant is doomed to constant troubles in her life.

In the final analysis... everything was caused by her, and in the end she used her fear of marriage as an excuse to not be responsible?

Thinking of this, Ye An suddenly felt that he was a heinous and unforgivable social dregs, and it would not be an exaggeration to be stuffed into the sewer and washed away.

She immediately restrained her thoughts, and with a serious expression, she almost took the cross to swear to God, "I will definitely be responsible to you, and I will seriously consider getting married."

Hearing Ye An's reply, Harry suddenly showed a smile of success: "When?"

Ye An immediately sensed that something was wrong. She felt that she had been seriously deceived, but she couldn't take back what she had said. If she said that what she said just now was just nonsense, there would definitely be serious consequences.

"Over, after a while." Such an important matter should always be discussed with professors and friends, and it can only be considered after all problems are solved one by one. It will take some time.

"When is it later?" Harry raised his eyebrows and asked aggressively.

"At least..." Ye An took a step back, and forcibly resisted the urge to run away, and stood still and said stiffly, "After the matter is over."

Harry stared at Ye An for a few seconds, and finally his eyes were filled with smiles, and he said without giving her any room for regret, "Then it's settled."

She nodded indiscriminately and waited until the matter was over before discussing the marriage.

"Wait until it's over and get married."

Ye An was taken aback, opened his mouth, and only had time to show a stunned expression, Harry quickly decided on the matter, before Ye An could react, he raised his hand and rubbed her cheek and said: "Then I will first Go out and deal with things, you can read a book and wait for me to come back."

Said and left the room.

Leave Ye An who still understands why things developed beyond expectations.

After all, why did the topic come to marriage?

She didn't know how long she stood there, until the slightly vibrating mobile phone on the table brought her back to her thoughts, and Ye An picked up the mobile phone in a daze.

"Hey."

"Miss Ye." The voice on the other end of the phone was strangely drawn out.

"Caliban?" Ye An finally dragged his IQ out of the messy pile of pink bubbles and milky white paste, and put it back in place.

Why did he suddenly call.

"Do you still remember that you owed Caliban a favor?" He hesitated for a moment, Ye An heard the sound of other breathing on the phone, and his face gradually became serious.

"I remember."

"I think... Caliban needs your help right now." The man with yellow eyes raised his eyes and glanced at the man sitting opposite him while speaking.

The whole body is black, except for the bone-white spider-shaped chest that stretches its teeth and claws, waiting to tear its prey apart.

"I have a guest here... I want to talk to you." He said, and then handed the phone to the man opposite.

Ye An heard a blank wind, and soon, a deep and old voice sounded from the opposite side.

"hi."

The moment the voice sounded, a certain premonition almost broke through reality and brought the truth to her——

About the person on the other side of the phone.

"I'm Harry's father."

The author has something to say: ah... I've been addicted to evil forces & Green & Constantine recently...

It’s my fault OTZ that I’m so addicted to Misha that I didn’t update it... But Misha is really cute, and even blackened.

Ye An has serious fear of marriage hahahahaha.