Till I Met You

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Jennifer's POV

Finally....I'm home...

Everyone at home was surprised when I reached home.

"Jen? Sweetie, what brings you here?" Mom asked.

Mom looking outside and she asked again, "Where's Harry? He should be with you."

"I...Uhm.. I'm going to my room now." I said as I walked passed them looking down.

I am very well aware that my respomse would leave my parents intrigue, they were clueless about everything, since the beginning.

My room was still like what it was before I left. Somehow, I feel safe and secured. I walked around my room, I passed on a spot where pictures were hung and placed. They were still the same pictures. Pictures of me as a kid, as a teenager, pictures of me with my Mom and Dad and....my heart skipped a beat when I noticed a new picture on a frame. It was a collage pictures of Harry and me on our engagement party.

One picture shows Harry and I standing beside each other with his hand wrapped on my waist. The other picture was a picture of him giving me a spoonful of cake. The other was a picture of us holding each other's hands, laughing. And a picture of him...hugging me from the back.

It was a happy moment, but....it was also a moment I am trying not to remember.

I lay down to my bed after I finished unpacking my things. A knock on the door caught my attention and I immediately sat up, "Come in."

It's my mom.

"Hi Mom." I forced a smile.

"You didn't go down for dinner." She sat beside me.

"I'm not hungry." I said looking down to my knotted fingers.

Mom didn't bother to answer me. Instead, she just stared at me and looked directly into my eyes without saying anything. I felt nervous because I know she sensed that something's wrong.

I took a deep breath and said, "Okay fine. Something is wrong."

"I know sweetie." She said calmly. "Now, tell me."

"Harry and I are not getting married anymore, Mom."

"What?! Why? Did you fight or something?"

I just shook my head.

"Then why?"

"Because....uh. Because we're not really engaged, Mom. I mean yeah we're engaged but..." Tears are starting to build in my eyes. "But we're not really in love, Mom. We're just pretending all this time. I'm... I'm really really sorry." Then I began to cry.

"You mean to say that you two are just pretending to be in love?"

I nodded. "I'm really sorry. I know it's wrong. I should've told you earlier but..."

"It's okay." She said.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Because you are not pretending anymore." She said.

My forehead creased in confusion, but after a split second, I understood. Then more tears came out from my eyes. I buried my face in my mother's chest as I hug her.

"I thought it was hard to pretend that I am in love with him. But....I figured out that it's harder to pretend that I am not."

Mom gently caressed my back. "I understand, sweetie. Sometimes it's harder to admit what you feel than to deny it."

Her words cleared everything in my mind. My Mom saw it, and now I am certain, I am in love with him. I am inlove with Harry.