Once in a lifetime / harry s.

epilogue

- Harry's POV

I made my way to my room to grab a few things because I needed to leave to her funeral which started in about an hour.

I couldn't even cry anymore. I had ran out.

When we came back from the hospital, my mom had looked my in the eyes and told me my eyes looked dead, they didn't hold life in them anymore.

I simply nodded my head, and went into my room to try and sleep after she told me that.

As I went into the bathroom, I see one of her bras hanging on the towel rack, and before I know it, tears are falling from my eyes again. I tried to stand up straight but I simply couldn't. I kept slouching but I didn't even care anymore.

"Harry, we haven't taken the trash out since Friday, it's Monday now.. We've got to take it out before we go. Bring me the trash in your room and in your bathroom please," I heard my mom's delicate voice.

I went into the bathroom, and took the lid off of the trash and took the bag out. As I'm about to tie it, I recognize something.

A pregnancy test.

I reach my hand into the bag, and pull the object out.

She- She was pregnant. With our baby.

I drop the bag and make my way to the kitchen, where my mom was.

"Did you know- about this?!" I scream as tears are falling down my face.

"What is- Who's is that?" My mom asks.

"It's Isabels." I scream. "Did you know?!" I repeat myself.

"They- They told us.. in the hospital, but Isabel's mom told them to take it out of her, to get rid of it.. and so I'm guessing they did." My mom said with sadness in her eyes.

"What the- Why?!" I scream.

"She, I don't know.. I mean, she did have Isabel at the same age, maybe she just didn't want her daughter making the same mistake.." My mom suggested.

"What a bitch," I start. "That was our baby! She can't decide what to do with it! She- She.. Fuck!" I scream as I kick a chair nearby.

"Harry, imagine what her family would think. I guess she cared too much about the opinions," My mom said.

Anger is taking over me. My sadness is there, but at this moment I can't stop thinking about how I wish that the woman will go to hell.

"We're the ones that had the unprotected sex! Why does she care?" I roared and my mom had a bit of shock in her face.

"Harry, just speak this with her later in the funeral." My mom suggested, and I took a deep breath. Fine.

After some minutes, I grabbed the pregnancy test and slid it into my pocket. We drove to the funeral, and walked all the way to where she was getting buried. I had too take too many deep breaths as I see the tomb that had her name printed on it. She couldn't be gone. She couldn't have.. left me. Not just like that. She was the love of my life and she left me.

We spent the first half an hour listening to some preach, as I stood there hoping I wouldn't freak out.

"Now, would anyone like to say something?" He asks, and I doubt myself, but as I see this is the last time I will ever be near her again, I decide I will have some words.

I take a step forward, small whimpers in the air.

As I'm standing by her tomb, I see her little brother and sister and my heart breaks even more for them. They loved her deeply.