I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror, I really do look hurt. I wish I could push my emotions down so deep that I could forget them. I feel my eyes heavy and I'm doing a big effort trying not to cry by biting my lower lip but it's not that successful.
The whole world's against me today, yet here I am trying to tell myself everything will be alright.
What on Earth do I have to do in order to feel better? Maybe, I should go talk with Harry and try to understand his point of view. Or maybe I shouldn't, maybe he wants time to think. My mind's actually a total mess right now, I don't know anything about what I think or do, or say. However, I want to go there and hear his sweet and raspy voice that enchants anyone just by saying one simple word. I wanna go see his green eyes and his brown hair full of perfect curls, but that still always looks so unkempt. I wanna go see him because after all, I love him, no matter how hurt I am. And I don't think that's going to change.
Unlocking my phone I notice that I have two messages, one from Harry and another from Hannah.
From: Harry
I'm sorry, Em. We need to talk
He's so bipolar. I'm so bipolar, We, the two of us are such biporal people. I don't understand.
From: Hannah
Girl! Don't forget that tomorrow you need to go buy a dress for my father's wedding aha! Love ya brat
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FanfictionLife is not like we want it to be, it's not full of all the fairy tales you see and hear about and it's so not full of rainbows. Sometimes life is selfish for some people, where they live in a total darkness and no one is there to reach for their ha...
