The Sound Of The Sea [L.S]

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Harry and I decided to take his car to drive to our spot on the beach, since it was a bit far from the city to go by foot, at least for me because I'm not used to walking or running that distance; and also because it was the best way to avoid the reporters at the front of the hotel waiting for him.

The rain had stopped for good and the sky was slowly clearing up, letting us enjoy the last rays of sun of the day through the car windows, before sunset.

As Harry was driving I didn't doubt of intertwining my hand with his' over the gearbox.

I heard him sigh and his shoulders visible relaxed.

"I can't handle all of this, Lou."

"It's okay not to be able to handle things. It actually shows your humanity, Harry."

"But Lou, they're counting on me. And God I'm so frustrated, he ruined everything! He abandoned us, do you understand that?!" - Harry sighed again and stopped the car. - "I'm sorry, I don't even know why I'm yelling at you."

"It's okay, let it all out on me. C'mon."

"Lou… I'm fine."

He opened the door and got out of the car, I followed suit behind his steps.

"No, you're not. Shout it all out, you need it. C'mon."

Harry stopped walking and turned to wait for me.
When I reached him, he took my hand and he guided me down the lane to the shore, our usual spot already visible on the horizon.

"How the hell am I going to keep functioning all these hotels around the country if we don't have money? Not even to pay our employees!" - He yelled and I thanked that we were alone in this area so nobody would hear him. - "He took it all, and now we have to fix it for him, to keep the reputation, there's no way we can do it." - He said and let himself fall on his knees in the sand. - "What should I do, Lou? It's all going down, I can't do this."

He looked up at me, clinging to my hand as I knelt in front of him too.
The sand was pretty wet and sticky for all the hours of the storm before, but it was still our special place, nothing would ruin that. Not even the rain.

Though I thanked having my boots on.

"You know how I feel about you working in something you actually hate just because you're forced to." - I said softly, lifting my free hand and cupping his cheek.

"So?"

"I don't think it's appropriate for me to tell you my opinion, you should probably decide this on your own."

"Tell me your opinion. I want to hear it."

"Harry…"

"Please." - He said with big begging eyes.

"I think that if this is already sinking, then it is probably your way out of it. You could sell the place and spend the rest of your life doing something you want to. Maybe music, or anything else. I don't know." - I shrugged.

Harry closed his eyes, dropping his head to the ground, avoiding my stare.

"I can't do that to Gemma. Or my mother, she left it all to build this business next to my dad, it was her whole life."