365 Days | H.S (ON HOLD)

365 Days | Chapter 3

''So.. When was the last time you saw it?'' Louis asked.

I played with the fork in my food as I had my legs at the table and the TV was played in front of us. I was so shocked. It had been two hours since I found the photograph, but I could not.. stop thinking about it. I thought it was gone, that I had lost it.

''Two years ago, when we returned from our missions'' I slowly answered.

''And you haven't seen it since then, until today?'' I shook my head as a answer, ''Then that's some faith thing, mate'', Louis chuckled.

''Huh?'' I looked over at him, who was sitting down at the floor, having the couch as a backrest, ''Faith?'' he looked up at me.

''Yes faith, Harry. Like it has to be something meant to be, if you found it now''

I snorted and took a bite of the food on my plate.

''Sure''

But what if it was 'something meant to be'. What if, me finding the photograph again was a sign. A sign to do something. Something new, something spontaneously and crazy. Have the chance to come back to reality. But then again, in all seriousness; How could a picture possibly be a reason for changing my life?

''Well, tell me then that it wasn't faith when you first found it'' Louis insisted, ''You have been complaining that nothing happens in your life anymore, that you can't come back to reality, to the old you. Take this as a sign''

''What sign? Louis..'' I sighed and raised up from the couch, placing down down my plate at the table with the feeling of no longer wanting to discuss over the subject, "I don't believe in miracles'' I started to walk away to my room.

''You don't believe in miracels?'' Louis asked behind me with a tone of irritancy and I rolled my eyes as stopped only to I hear him getting up from the floor, ''So it wasn't a miracle that you survived the war?'' I turned around and ran my hand through my hair as I looked down at the floor.

''I was strong enough to survive, I was fighting to survive''

''Of course you were strong. But something made you strong. You said it yourself back in Iraq, that the photograph made you feel stronger, even when you felt weaker then ever. You called it yourself a miracle'' I carefully looked up at him, because yes. He was telling the truth, ''So yes, if a photograph made you stronger, and helped you survive the war then yes. I call that a miracle''.

''But for god's sake, Louis..'' I sighed ''It's a photograph of a girl that whitout a doubt had someone relative that fought in Iraq. It makes no sense''

''Can you stop with your annoyingly negative attitude to everything?'' Louis groaned in despair as he drag his hand down his face, ''Sometimes faith does not make sense, okay?'' we both sighed, and I leaned against the wall, ''Now, please eat the food I cooked for you. I didn't cook for fun's sake'' he lightly laughed and I snorted with a smile on my lips, before I walked back to the couch.

The next four hours, we unpacked rest of the things before we went back to our rooms, with a quick goodnight. It was nearly midnight, and we were supposed to go to our new jobs tomorrow. And I knew I had to sleep, but I couldn't. The photograph was on my mind, and even when I tried to think about something else, it didn't want to disappear. After a while I couldn't hold myself anymore, and the photograph was back in my hands. I scanned the girl on the picture. She was smiling big, dressed in a white t-shirt and shorts, having a backpack hanging of her back and sunglasses in her hair. A bridge was behind her, but I didn't think more about it. Everything was about her. It was something so amazing, everytime I saw her. She was so beautiful. Suddenly, I heard steps in the living room, coming closer to my room. And before I could hide the photograph my door opened. Louis squinted because of the light next to my bed.