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Okay so...I've never been so emotional writing a chapter. It is the LONGEST I've ever written, so be prepared. Grab some snacks and a box of tissues (you'll need it).

It took me a long time to write this one for many reasons, so I'd like to apologise for taking forever in posting it.

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Serenity.

I missed Harry's birthday.

I missed Harry.

I missed the man who broke my heart.

I missed the man I love.

But that same man betrayed me.

Even if we had the slightest chance of being together, how could I ever trust him again? How would I be able to know that he was truthful with anything he said again? What if it all turns out to be another lie?

It was hard to think about, but the only thing that was on my mind. Harry clouded my thoughts entirely, and he made it impossible for me to dare have anything else cross them.

Things were even worse because everyone started to tiptoe around me, afraid I would break. Yes, I was emotionally fragile, but I wasn't that crushed.

Or was I?

Just over four weeks had passed, and it's still tough. Not much has changed, except for the fact that I could fall asleep quicker, but I'd still wake up in the middle of the night with a dream about the man I still love.

I could enter my apartment and start to avoid anything that reminded me of him — but how?

Only by looking at the ground.

Harry's small closet was still sitting in my living room, and I hadn't bothered to touch it. Multiple times Milo and Amara told me that it was time I take it down, and they'd take back the clothes to him, but I'd refuse it.

Maybe — yes — something was wrong with me for doing that.

Usually, a person who's had their heartbroken by the person they love, to get over them, they'd get rid of everything that reminds them of said person. They'd take all their stuff, throw it in a box, and basically throw it at them — or just trash or burn it.

But that would be too extreme.

Nonetheless, I decided that I wasn't normal.

I mean, Harry didn't cheat me to do any of that; however, he didn't cheat on me with someone else. I supposed marrying his work was more than enough for him. Maybe it was worth it for him, and he really didn't want someone by his side.

However, two weeks without seeing him made everything more painful. As much as I didn't want to see him, deep down inside, I did; but that last time didn't help. Looking at him the way I did, seeing how he stood, was the complete opposite of he normally held himself.