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2020-10-31 01:32:58"Crystal!"
Harry couldn't seem to shake off a venerable feeling-it jumped at him every time he thought back to Tony.
"Crystal!"
He had no logical explanation for his unease; in fact, he had no justification for it. Tony had done nothing wrong. He scoffed and stood back, re-evaluating his thoughts. He turned from the door and murmured under his breath.
"Shit." He flustered. He bit his lip in frustration, he then clenched his fist and released it as soon as he looked up.
There it was; the object of his fury-standing poker-faced and iridescent to its surroundings. Its mouth fully open, like a void that sucked his valour dry. His eyes stung and a wave of unbridled anger erupted within him.
"What do you want!"
As if in reply a soft-spoken voice from behind him exclaimed.
"Harry?"
He turned to stare Crystal in the eyes. Her skin was as fare as the day he met her and her eyes didn't lose their fire. He was relieved and confused. The quick-burning anger rose again as he noticed the figure standing behind her.
"Tony?"He asked.
He quickly looked back, panic-stricken he brushed a hand through his hair. The figure disappeared like a phantom to only leave him perplexed.
He flinched as an object placed itself on his shoulder. Looking to his right he noticed Tony, worried and compassionate.
"Harry are you alright?"
He shook his head. "No." Harry was unable to tell the difference between real and unreal. The hand placed on his shoulder seemed real, but was the figure in front of his fanciful?
"Don't worry Detective he's with me."
In the midst of his angst, unencumbered suspicion arose in the detective's mind. One that even brought him to the doorstep of Dona's best friend. He eyed Harry with contempt instead of his usually steely gaze.
"Is everything alright Mr Colling?"
He looked from Tony to the Detective. His eyes weren't wild they were tame, with the tameness of an injured lion.
Tony spoke for him, reassuring him with a smile."Yes, he's alright."
Harry nodded and forced a smile.
With the detective's suspicion dwindling Tony spoke to Harry in a whisper. "Neither Crystal nor Dona should see you in this state Harry."He froze at the mention of her name. When he spoke the name, it nearly choked Harry.
"I was about to go to the gym, why don't you and I go together?"
He didn't have time to respond as Tony already gave him an answer by shoving him forward and leading him to the gate.
"Let's take your car, mine's in for repairs." He smiled. "You wouldn't mind would you?" Harry shook his head.
"I'll be right back."
He turned back to watch Tony grab his duffel bag from Crystal. She looked alright, he didn't. He felt embarrassed, shocked at his actions. He didn't only yell at the wind but he came to confront Tony, what for?
Tony was now at his side, duffel bag in hand.
"Shall we?"
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