{Harper}
I haven't talked to Harry in two days. Not even a text. Not one.
I can't blame him, I haven't tried to contact him either.
Right now, I feel bad for over-reacting, but I do think it's definitely a good time to take a break from... well... us.
I drove myself to school today, trying to avoid him altogether.
I stay silent during classes, but Harry looks torn. His hair wasn't quaffed as normal, and his eyes were puffy. I can tell that this 'pause' in our relationship has hurt him so much... but I have to focus on me.
When I look at him, my heart shatters into a million pieces.
Was I too harsh? He seems lost and depressed... maybe I should apologize...
After school I take a drive over to Harry's house to tell him it's okay. Tell him that I still love him.
I knock on the front door, but no cars are in the driveway.
I lift the doorstep mat and grab the extra house key and unlock the door.
The house is so quiet.
I make my way up the steps to Harry's room, silent as a mouse.
I see from the hallway that his door is opened a little, and I hear sobbing.
I tip toe to his door, and look in just enough that I can see him, but he can't see me.
Harry is sitting on the edge of his bed , staring at his knees, crying.
I look closer to see see whats in his hands.
He is slowly spinning around and around a tiny peace of sharp metal.
My heart drops at the sight of his arms.
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