All Too Well [H.S]

Three

Lilah Green

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

7:56 P.M.

November 29th, 2024

In utter disbelief, I continue to back up as I drunkenly stumbled, and tried to find my balance. His eyes look down at the flask and then back on me. "Lilah? Is that you?" He asks again just like his mother did earlier. He's the spitting image of her. I wanted to vomit at the sight of being this close to him.

I turned around and looked at the door I originally walked in with Mitch and Marianne. My vision was starting to spin; this is so bad. My body bolts to the door and opens it, and I run out feeling the cold air hit my face. It was snowing profusely, and the snow was piled up everywhere.

The door doesn't even have time to close before Harry runs out as well; I turn around meeting his gaze. My body backs up yet again, not being able to be near him. His breathing is harsh as he stands there; he looked so real now in this light. There were orange street lights that allowed me to see his face better, and the snow was falling onto his curls.

"Don't!" I yelled as he kept getting closer.

He stops, and I watch him gulp with crazed eyes.

We both stand there, not daring to say a word to each other. At this point, I was fucking freezing and I'm sure he was as well. Tears roll down my cheeks violently, messing up my fresh mascara. Controlling my emotions wasn't an option anymore; not when he's standing right in front of me.

The snow was melting onto my scalp, making me shiver more than I already was before. I try and look at anything but him but he couldn't take his eyes off of me.

"What are you doing here?" He's in just as much shock as I am.

I don't answer. There was no way I could speak to him without feeling utter and complete shame.

"Lila-"

"Fuck you!" I screamed at the top of my lungs; it came out of nowhere. Harry backs up, clearly appalled. He freezes, looks at the ground, and then back at me.

My breath is seen in the air; my tears feel brisk as they continue to stream down my face for the second time tonight. This setting is too familiar, and it is because it has happened before. We had been here before. Four years ago. 

I was so drunk—so fucking drunk. 

"You're a monster! How could you?" My words come out screaming and slurred. I was outraged at what was happening—nothing could control how I was feeling right now. 

I kept walking backward until my back hit a wall, hurting my head in the process. Drinking might have been the worst idea; I wanted to blame Marianne, but I couldn't. Harry's eyes are filled with sorrow and grief; as if he was seeing my ghost. 

He broke my skin and bones; how could he face me? 

The winter air blows through my blonde hair and I find the courage to ask him about what just happened, "Is that about me?" My eyes looked at the ground; I wasn't able to face him. 

Harry doesn't answer, and it only pushes my enragement even further. 

"You said you'd be there," I mumbled, looking up at him this time. His face goes from despair to confusion. 

"Do you know what it was like? Waiting there? Trying not to fall apart in front of everyone? Mitch, Sarah, my dad, my mom, everyone. What the hell am I supposed to say when tears are streaming down my face in front of everyone I knew as they sing me happy birthday? It was like slow motion, Harry. Standing there in the dress you had boughten me. What did I do to deserve that?" I laugh as I say this to him.