Falling Stars [h.s]

Chapter 63

Aurora

Refusing to answer my question, he had excused himself to use the restroom. I figured by that alone I had my answer. It wasn't the response I was hoping for but there wasn't much I could do about it but accept it. Who was I to blame though? It was my own fault. I'm the one making up scenarios in my head and hurting myself repeatedly. For weeks I convinced myself Harry loved me. I believed I was making the right decision choosing him over Odysseus; A person who truly did love me but I denied because of my overly passion and love for this one guy. But now that I see what it is like being with Harry again, I come to realize I might have made the wrong decision. Odysseus was right. Being with Harry was only going to bring me pain. Loving him was too painful. It became too painful for my heart to handle anymore.

I wiped my tears away the the sleeve of my dress and let out a big puff of air. I walked around the room, taking a look at the bedroom he shared with Priscilla. It was a fairly decorated room with calm blue walls. I took a step over to there dresser that consisted of many photographs. Being in this house for the second time I've come to realize they have a lot of pictures scattered throughout. It wasn't a bad thing I suppose. One of the photographs on the dresser was of Harry and Priscilla. They look unrecognizable almost. It was a younger version of them.

Near the frame was a stack of papers. Carefully my eyes scanned the first few lines. 'Petition for divorce' It was the divorce papers. The same ones he told me he had already signed and sent. He had led me to believe the divorce process with Priscilla was through with. He told me they were no longer together. My eyes continued to scan the paper only to come across the blank signature line. I shook my head in disappointment but also in despair. In that moment I had lost all hope for a future with Harry. I've come to the realization that he had no plans on divorcing his wife. Not anytime soon. Coming across the unsigned divorce papers only clarified my speculations. There was only one logical reasoning as to why he didn't sign the papers then lied to me about it.

He was still in love with Priscilla.

As I went to exit the room, the door swung open. Harry stared back at me with furrowed eyebrows. I turned my head to the side, using the sleeve of my dress to wipe away my tears.

"Is everything okay?" He questioned me in a voice of worry and concern.

"Everything is fine. I have to go, I'm sorry."

I walked from around him to leave the bedroom but he grabbed my arm, "Aurora wait."

I stopped in my tracks with my back still faced to him; unable to look at him, "Are you okay? Did something happen? Is it Alaska?"

"No Harry, she's fine. I just really need to go home. I'm sorry, can we do this some other time please?" He left go of my arm and stood in front of me instead. I held my head low not wanting him to see me like this. I was a mess and was barley able to control my emotions. He lifted up my chin forcing me to look at him. He gently placed his soft hands on either sides of my cheeks then pressed his forehead against mine, "Don't leave me. Talk to me, please."

I look up at him with sad eyes filled with tears. His worried green eyes bore into my own as he tried to wipe away my tears. How can one person cause me so much pain all the while comforting me?

"What are we Harry?"

"What do you mean?"

"What are we? Are we a couple? What is it that we are doing? Is this a one sided relationship? I need to know what we are because I don't know anymore." His hands slowly dropped down to his sides. He let out a low sigh and ran his fingers through his hair as he looked around the room before turning to face me once more.