December 12th, 2015
December 8th, 2016
Chapter 9 is complete. Chapter 8 is taking me forever. I'm sorry for the delay. Recently I've been on track with updating but I may be slacking again. Sorry this chapter is so short. The next chapter will be up soon.
From the crack of dawn until six o-clock sharp when Harry decided to clock out, Ann had been mellow. No sign of what she was going through was evident. Her eyes were emotionless and her face was stale for whatever reason, but as they were exiting the building the chill winds began to pick up and all of Ann's thoughts came rushing to the surface. She was still a wounded solider. She may have been healing, but the process was constantly being delayed. It was the most tedious and draining situation either one of the young adults had been through. There was nothing she or anyone else could do to mend her heart.
Lounging around the open loft, Ann lay on the sofa, her back making contact with the cushion like material. Her legs took up the length of it. Harry sat on the opposite side of the sofa examining the girls limp body. His eyes were locked on her frame as she began to ramble on per usual.
"You know," She trailed off . "I thought, we'd last. He always told me the sweetest things and I fell for it. I fell for it each and every time. I'm such an idiot."
Harry closed his eyes and covered his mouth with a cupped hand. His arm rested on his knee as he intensively listened to Ann.
"Every time seemed more reassuring than the previous time."
Harry didn't say a word.
"I just thought that it could be something."
"Maybe it was nothing at all." Harry chimed, singing a proportion of Something by Aubrey Graham. It was the wrong move and Harry realized that after the lyrics rolled off of his tongue. He'd heard Ann play it, so many times that it only seemed appropriate to use currently. Tears gushed onto the rim of Ann's eyes as she held onto her stomach. A wave of sickness washed over her. Her spine began to curl as she caved in as she lay on her side. She failed at her attempt to grab a handful of the sofa, instead she found her hand giving out and trembling over the edge.
Harry closed his eyes tighter before sighing and standing up. Smooth. He thought as he walked over and kneeled beside his friend. What was one supposed to do when there was nothing they could do? The right move would be to let her be yet at the same time, comfort could be beneficial. Harry reached out for her and mumbled a few words to shush her and make her calm down. He took her into his arms and she clung onto him, her sobs growing louder as she embraced his warmth. Harry's lips found themselves planting assuring kisses into her hair as Ann balled up a fistful of his shirt.
"I'm here, baby girl. I'm here." He whispered as he rocked her and slowly rubbed the length of her arms. She shook her held in denial.
"Why can't it just be over? Why am I the one hurting?" She cried. A shaky breathe was taken as she snuggled into Harry.
"I don't know." He whispered honestly. Harry didn't know why it was bothering her so much. In other words, why she was hurting the way she was. Maybe it was because she idolized him and that was utterly wrong. Every aspect of her former partner made her smile. She was in love with him. Everything in her loved him, no matter what he did. Every single ounce of her temple seemed to fancy him and felt the need to be there to return the favors she had received. He inspired her to be herself and go further; to never look back until she reached her destination. He had faith in her and was constantly pushing her. The feeling he gave her, no one else could offer that to her. Never. They would never be him. They couldn't. So, as she cried her heart out to her friend, her heart cried for him.
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