Red // harry styles

// four

It seemed like an eternity without her. Time didn't exist. Everything had stopped, and time was going painstakingly slow. Having time to think about her is not what I need right now, I'm getting lost in my own thoughts somewhere in a dark place buried deep in my mind, replaying fond memories and imagining her lips on mine. My crumpled body lay on the floor, without the support of the wall I'm afraid I might lose myself. I'm afraid my body might give up after my mind starts slowly wearing out, shutting down in order to stop the pain. How will I survive this traumatic ordeal? I can't live without Eden, she is my support. She helps me through everything.

Slowly, I attempt to stand, gripping the empty tv cabinet with my bruised knuckles. With a stumble, I make my way to the stairs. First step. I miss her. Second step. My heart aches. Third step. My eyes are growing heavy with exhaustion and my face is stiff from the salted tears falling down my cheeks. The fourth step is a struggle, my feet dragging behind and my body not cooperating. Fifth step. My brain has given up sending signals to my limbs, as my knees give way and my legs collapse from beneath me. Is this what my life is going to be? Spent trying to make my way up the stairs, only to further bury myself in my sorrows, having nightmares until the sun comes up and haunting myself with memories in the daylight? Eden wouldn't want it like this. But, not everyone always get what they want, I learnt that the hard way. After grovelling to the seventh step of fifteen, in the what seems a distance away, I hear the harsh ringing of a phone. My mind is in two, slowly stumble to the phone and hesitantly answer, only to hear something I don't want to, or continue to slowly climb the stairs with ringing in the background, and torture myself as to who wanted to reach me, and what they wanted to say. I decide the latter, and repeat a torturous process to reach the top of the stairs, one step at a time.