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Chapter Seven

I sat inches away from him.

Everything's a blur.

I was thinking, thinking of things. Thinking of what I can say, thinking of what I might say. I don't know how to react. And with him, I think I never will.

"Harry?" I state.

To be honest with myself, I don't know what to feel. My body's shivering, my hands are shaking, my forehead's sweating and my heart is pumping. I'm full of anger, hatred, and bitterness. I was too tired.

Harry looked in my direction; his face had a perplexed expression.

"Mm?"

I take a glance at him— my eyes on him and his eyes on mine.

"Thank you."

He doesn't speak for a while.

I look at my shoes as I played with my hands. What am I supposed to do?

"Paige." I hear him whisper my name, his voice crooked.

I look at him once more.

"I'm sorry."

Instead of feeling what I have been experiencing, I felt the opposite of it.

I wasn't bitter; but magnanimous,

I didn't feel like I was filled with hatred or anger; I felt something more— and it was powerful;

I was indescribably pacified by my own self and there was softness in my heart, and I come to notice that after a long period of time, I felt love again.

It might sound crazy knowing that this isn't his first time saying that he was sincerely sorry but there was something— something I feel like I should know after everything that has happened.

I should've known from the day he came to my life why, why he kept saying those kinds of things and right now, I don't seem to know anything, yet.

If I could just dig deep down to him then maybe, just maybe, I'll understand.

I may notice a few remarks from the things he has been doing, it should help, but honestly,  that can't fix the scrambled puzzle. But for now, I can just say I can't.

"Harry, can I ask you a question?" I suddenly let out.

"Well, again?" I add.

He smirks.

"What?"

He begins to let out an inaudible falsely laugh.

"You see, I've come to notice that you-" I stop.

"I what?" He grows interest.

"I feel like you've known me."

His eyebrows scrunch together forming crinkles inbetween them. He continuously listens to every word I say, keenly.

"It's really breath-taking in a very demented way. I mean, I" I shake my head in utter incertainty.

I glance at him once more, and I know this might sound redundunt but by the way he stared at me with so much intention, I knew he was taking in the words I have been saying. It was as if he was  waiting,

waiting for what?

An answer?

Or as if he was, truly, trying to tell me something  I could barely understand.

Harry's POV

I was inches away from her.

The pain inside me grew, realizing she was still afraid of me knowing our  distance from each other— especially after what I've done. I do understand her but I dont think she understands me.

We kept quiet and down to my heart I can tell she couldn't comprehend, still, the things surrounding her and knowing that I am the only one revolving around her, at this time, I was the one she can not grasp of.

I thought to myself.

Is everything too hard to unravel? Was I too contained?

I can't blame her but I can blame myself.

If I just had the chance...

then maybe everything wouldn't be as they are right now.

Everything would be okay.

Everything would be normal.

She utterly continues what she was saying and I deliberatly listen.

"I can't seem to understand it. The way you know how everything works."

She breathes.

"How to do it. How to know where things are placed. It's unbearable not to ask. You know what to do. You just know everything." She laughs slyly and rethinks.

"Is this my first time hyperventilating?" She questions.

I can't lie to her.

Truth is, I can never.

"No."

"God, how do you do it?" She states with complete confusion and annoyance.

I sigh out loud. I'm sorry, Paige.

"It's like you know everything about me..." She whispers.

"And damn, I may not know what to do, but I just want to let you know that I can try— try to understand everything that's happening around me, especially you— I'll try to understand you. I don't know everything or anything at all"- she laughs a real one- "but I'm sorry..."

she stops again.

"Thank you."

She and walks up to me hugs me and I just can't help but hug her back, a smile forming onto my face. I give out a chuckle and I bend and bury my face onto her neck. Tears fell, and I was beyond glad to know what I had just heard.

I couldn't help myself and spoke.

"I love you."

And I didn't realize everything would all be gone soon enough.

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