I wake up feeling dizzy. My head is throbbing like never before, making me groan in pain and clench my eyes in hopes of somehow making the pain dull. Surprisingly, it works; the pounding lessens and I can hear sounds other than that of blood rushing through my ears. The hushed whispers reach my eardrums but it's hard to figure out what is being talked about. I don't feel like waking up. All I want to do is lie down and hope for my soul to pass to the later world. Maybe there I will be able to finally find peace and solace.

"... I know what I did was inappropriate. You don't need to remind me, Lilith." I hear his hissed whisper, but my body doesn't react to his voice. I am neither terrified not thrilled when I hear him. My instincts tell me to cower back in fear but my body refuses to hold any emotion. It's like a switch has flipped and turned off my emotions. It is better this way. I don't want to feel anymore. I don't want to feel anything towards him, not even anger or resentment, he doesn't deserve it.

My eyes snap forward to his slouched figure sitting on the couch. Lilith stands in front of him, glaring him down. I want to hate her, feel jealous of her for she took his attention when he was going to kiss me. But again, I feel nothing.

"I need to remind you, Harry. You could have killed him today! You love him and yet you hurt him. Do you know how fucked up that is?" She hisses back and Harry visibly flinches.

I haven't made a noise other than the groan that escaped earlier. Thankfully, they didn't notice it.

Her words would have made my heart race if it wasn't for what happened earlier. Hearing from her that he loves me would have acted as a soothing balm to my stinging heart, but I feel numb. I watch as Harry tugs at the ends of his hair and lets out a low, primitive growl.

"You think I like hurting him? Every fucking time I see him in pain, it kills me. But you know why I do that. If I don't...," he trails off and Lilith approaches him with a solemn look.

"You can't let that curse overtake your actions. You are stronger than that, Adelfós!"

"I am not," he shakes his head and his voice trembles. I wish I could see his face so that I could tell what he is feeling. "I am weak for him. I am weak when it comes to him."

I frown upon his words. He is weak for me? Why?

I don't like the way I am overhearing a conversation that, although concerns with me, is not meant for me to hear. I stir and shift, pretending to have just woken up and blink away the mist clouding my eyes. Their whispers cease and their attention turns to me. Lilith walks near the bed I am resting on and stops by the foot of it, meanwhile Harry seems to be frozen to the spot he is sitting on.

"How do you feel?"

I tilt my head and ponder over the question as if it is something too difficult to answer. I shrug and turn my head away from her. The lava wall looks way more interesting at the moment.

What did Harry mean by being weak for me? What did he mean by not being able to help but hurt me? I thought he did that willingly. Does he not take pleasure in hurting me? Am I putting too much thought in his words? All he has done is lie to me, why should I believe him now?

I need time to think, or maybe I need time to understand him. I want to be away from him to clear my head, or maybe I want him around to try and figure him out.

"She asked you something," Harry's voice makes me look back at them. He is sitting beside my feet now, I curl them to my body, not wanting him to touch me. Lilith watches us both for a while as if assessing something.

I stare at him with a blank expression before turning my neck again to look out the glass wall. It is fascinating, the lava, flowing so elegantly behind the glass as if it is luring me to touch it, to feel it burn my skin. I realise, that's what Harry does to me too. Every touch of his burns my skin.

"I'll get you something to eat," Harry speaks after huffing and gets up when I don't reply.

"Don't close up on your emotions. I know that seems as an easy way out but it's not, trust me," Lilith speaks when Harry is out of the door. She sighs and continues after getting no response. "Harry is-- not the same man you used to love. He has changed a lot... he was cursed by one of your brothers after being exiled; he doesn't remember any of the memories you two shared. He doesn't remember how he used to be with you. All he remembers is the way you made him feel- safe and happy. He knows the feeling of love but has forgotten how to show it. That curse was what made him lose his sanity and judgement. It made him the monster he is."

She goes silent after that and her words repeat in my head.

He has forgotten the memories we made. He has forgotten how we used to be. He has forgotten all of our kisses, all the times we sneaked into the forbidden forest, the nights we spent in each other's arms away from prying eyes, the mischievous glint in his eyes when he would make me flustered in front of father, how we traced each other's body laying under the sheets, how his lips glided along my skin while I tried to level my voice.

I clench my eyes to will away the emotions trying to resurface.

"Every curse can be broken. He should find a way for that instead of trying to kill me at every chance he gets," I grit through my teeth and her eyes widen in shock.

She moves to sit beside me, her body facing mine. "Yes, every curse can be broken. But he can't do this alone. You have to help him, make him remember what he was, who he was."

I fall silent again and she doesn't interrupt while I think.

"Who cursed him?" I ask after a long silence. God has many sons and daughters, me being one of them.

I should have known the answer to my question before even asking it, but I didn't want to believe that someone can fall this low to attain something that wasn't even theirs in the first place.

"The one who wanted you; Zayn."