It was a long, sleepless night for Harry. He laid there, staring at the ceiling, memories of long ago being thought of for the first time in years. Making him feel more lonely than the day before.
Making him feel even more uncomfortable in this place he'd called home since his early childhood.
He never thought it'd come to this. Especially this way. But he couldn't stay here.
Not with the way he was hurting her...
The way his past haunted him. Slowly turning him into another person.
A person he didn't like.
It has to be this way, Harry thought as he packed his things into a knapsack. He didn't have much, so a few minutes later he was out of his room, closing the door behind him for the last time and heading to the dining hall.
The sun was just starting to rise, so no one should be awake yet, save the cook. He could easily slip by without any questions.
Then, all he has left was to get the gate key from Lady Katayama's office. Which would prove a challenge. She always kept it locked when she went to bed.
Or worse...
Maybe she was already up. With what happened last night, it was definitely a possibility.
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Harry shook his head. I'll have to cross that bridge later.
With the overwhelming guilt filling his mind with images of her, he didn't have much room to think of anything else. His steps were slow and felt weighted down as he made it through the corridor.
Finally he made it to the room located in the center of the building and entered the dining hall. Empty tables and chairs eerily stood there, the sounds of his boots against the smooth flooring echoing through the large room.
Just a little further...
Harry finally made it to the other side of the room, where the large kitchen was.
"Ahhh, Mr. Sakami! Have you come to help with the cooking again?"
Knowing there'd be the people here, Harry still jumped at the sound of the head cook calling out to him.
A smaller, chubby sort of man ran up to him, a net over his dark green locks to go with his green skin. With blacked out eyes like Harry, the Hobogoblin chef sparkled them as he smiled.
"It's been ages since we got to see you around here! Come, tell me all about your adventures while we crack eggs for the---"
"N-No." Harry pulled his hand away just before the chef had a chance to grab it. His eyebrows lifted in confusion but Harry wasn't in the mood to do any explanation.
He had to get this crushing weight off his chest.
"I just came for some food. To last... About a week? I have to go... On a special mission. That's why I'm up so early today..."
The way my voice sounds so flat there's no way he's going to buy this. I always have a good mood when coming here to cook.
"Hmm." Just as Harry thought, the chef sounded unsure. But, surprisingly, he didn't ask any questions. "Alright, we just finished baking some bread and some ham over here. I'll go get it for you!"
After getting that and some more food, Harry left, leaving a confused kitchen behind. But he didn't stop. He had one last place to go before he could even leave.
Lady Katayama's office.