Finding Harmony by Leona Norwell Read Free Book Online Page B

of your lies and I’m sick of your games and I would just walk away from you, except I saw you with this other woman, with Miranda. And I can’t let it happen again”.
                   
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
    (Trey’s Point of View)
                 
     
     
    Harmony.
     
    I love her. There was never any doubt in my mind about how much I loved her. But sometimes love just isn’t enough. One only had to look at her to see how destroyed she was. I knew she’d had a rough time and I also knew that was partly my fault for not being there when she needed me. It made me feel like a fool. She had a real reason to justify her fall from grace, it made my antics look like child’s play.
     
    I hated myself for getting involved in her life again. The moment she moved in, Freddy and I should have moved out. She has an image of me in her head, the image of how I used to be and the fact is I’m not the same guy any more. I can’t be her super-hero; I can’t be the man she needs me to be, I can’t save her this time.
     
    All I want is a simple, uncomplicated life. Harmony is far too complicated for me to handle right now. She’d been living in a very dark place, but unlike me, Harmony was actually on the road to recovery. The world I live in is far too corrupt for her to get involved in. That’s why, as much as I hate to admit it, she’s better off with Leo. She should go back to him, marry him; I bet they’d be happy together. It doesn’t take a genius to work out how crazy that guy is about her, despite his little violent outburst earlier.
     
    I was lying when I promised her everything would be worth it. It wouldn’t. If she got involved in my life, she would inevitably end up broken beyond repair. I don’t want to be responsible for that.
     
    She’s a good person. I’m not, I’ve stopped trying to be, I’ve accepted what I’ve become. I can’t drag her down with me. I won’t do it to her. I love her too much. I wish I could make her understand that we can’t be together, that we can’t be a part of each other’s lives but I know her too well, she’d never accept it, that’s why I’m not even going to waste my time trying to explain why we can’t be together. It’s probably better that she doesn’t know, anyway.
     
    Then, there’s Miranda to think about. I can’t leave Miranda; she’s already suspicious of Harmony and me. I can’t risk pissing Miranda off and having her let rip on Harmony. I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to Harmony because of me.
     
    Miranda doesn’t have a patch on Harmony. Harmony is so beautiful she is unnatural; her beauty is an abnormality, a deformity, for none of her features exhibit any of those touching imperfections that reconcile us to the imperfection of the human condition. Her beauty is a symptom of her disorder, of her loneliness. Her skin is so soft you’d think she’d never been touched, her temptingly kissable crimson lips fall into the perfect pout and her eyes… those huge dark eyes nearly broke my heart with their waiflike, lost look. Harmony was otherworldly, far too rare and precious to belong on this earth.
     
    Miranda, on the other hand, is in complete contrast to my rare flower. She isn’t ugly but there is nothing spellbindingly spectacular about her either. She’s a manager at the strip club I go to regularly. I’m sure she was a nice person once, but not anymore. No, everyone at that club has lost their souls; we have no morals, nothing to live for. She’s uncomplicated, just the way I like them. Other than sexual favors in return for drugs, she doesn’t expect anything from me. She’s a lover I don’t have to love.
     
    I took Harmony back to her apartment and left her there. There was something so alluring about her; I could feel myself being drawn to her by some magnetic