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50 | Forever Now

Hello lovelies!

It's been a little more than a minute, but here I am, and here is the chapter you've all been waiting for. 

Keep in mind, it's a bit of sensitive chapter because it's Harry's past and all. So that's a bit of a mini warning. 

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So, without further ado, I hope you enjoy this one, my darling rosy tulips 🌷

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Harry.

The second I shut the door behind me, I felt as if I was sucked into a vortex, one that I wasn't sure I'd be able to get out from.

That flashback hit me like a fucking freight train, unbearable to my heart and mind. Yet, one part of me wasn't so surprised by it — my soul.

It was almost as if it didn't mind reacting the way I did to the revelation.

Had it known from the start?

But if that was the case, how come I didn't feel the same way when I met Serenity? All of my emotions towards her didn't give me a single clue until everything was finally able to work in sync.

Or was it that my soul was working, but my heart failed to open up?

Yeah, that's probably what it was.

That's where emotions and feelings spark from, right?

The human body is so fucking confusing, and Valentina wasn't helping with figuring out how to navigate throughout mine. She just put the world puzzling as a standpoint in my dictionary with a capital fucking P.

Everything just became a shit ton foggier with the way I saw things and processed them. It was all an utter mess, and I had no idea how to truly go upon with things.

The way that Serenity held me so quick was exactly what I needed — to be held by the person I loved. She knew what to do at the right time. If only I had the same ability. The feeling I got from Essie was so damn powerful and heartwarming, and I just wanted to remain in her arms forever. As much as pain and confusion I was in, I was still aware that we weren't alone. The words she whispered in my ear were only for me, just loud enough so that I could hear them. Indirectly, I showed off my relationship with her because I would've had a meltdown if I didn't. I tried to keep my genuine emotions as subtle as possible, but I'm sure it was a bloody fail. They saw, and that meant that they saw a part of me that I kept hidden from everyone.

When I sat in the living room while Essie stood with Mateo, I couldn't give two shits about the fact that they saw how anxious I was based on my bouncing legs and fidgeting hands. It was a habit of mine — one that they now knew. I wasn't stupid knowing how my girl was giving Mateo a piece of her mind. She couldn't keep quiet to those who bothered me to save her life.

It showed with my ex-girlfriend.

Boy, did she nail her to the fucking floor.

So, it was easy to tell that by her fake smiles and how Mateo occasionally spoke through clenched teeth that he was pissed off. I knew how he was because I'd known him for years.

Known. It became past tense since I clearly didn't know him anymore.

But when it came to Valentina, I was standing here in a room with my biological mother, and a lock suddenly bolted on my mouth — not a word uttered.