Dark Green

Closure

POV Quinn.

I wake up in a haste. My eyelid flutter due to the sunlight coming through the window. I lie to my right before opening my eyes. I expect Harry sleeping there with a calm face and beautiful smile but my surprise is evident when there's nothing there but a cold sheet.

"Harry?" I whisper hoarsely.

I must have fallen asleep deeply since I haven't felt any movement from his part. Maybe he's gone for breakfast or had a call to attend.

A smile takes control of my face when last night comer to my mind. He was gentle the whole time but still a bit rough just like he is. I wanted so bad to make him feel better I finally realized that giving my body to him was the only thing I could do. I hope it worked for him, I hope he could read the words I spoke with my body instead my mouth.

I love him so deeply I think I'm shrinking.

There are still so many unanswered questions but what happened last night, it could only grow us closer together. I remember his eyes looking at me from above and all the words he whispered in my ears. He said he would protect me and I know he's going to keep his word.

I yawn and stretch my sore body. Everything aches when I sit down but I have never felt so alive. I don't hear the shower running or the sound of a messy kitchen. I don't want to bother him but I must find my phone, Zac had to call me as to tell when the next plane to our vacation departs. I don't feel like going there anymore but I have no choice if I don't want to make my father angrier than he must be by now.

I will have plenty of time to enjoy my relationship with Harry when I come back.

I lie on my feet, the wood feels cold when I a walk to the door. Everything is silent and the atmosphere around me feels heavy and thick. Yesterday may still rest on our shoulders, it was a really stressful day.

When I open the door, my breath catches in my throat.

That's the first shattered part of my heart falling down.

Every broke thing that was there yesterday night, is cleaned. No mor broken furniture, painting or everything Harry found it is way. I scan the room with my heart beating loudly.

No books, no pictures no anything but furniture in the living.

Something is off here. I make my way to the kitchen fast and there I find my purse along a paper. I take the paper and I realize for the first time how hard my fingers are shaking.

I'm sorry.

That's all it reads.

What are you sorry for? What the hell is going on here? So much questions and confusion clench my heart I think I will suffocate. This has to be a cruel joke, it cannot happen what I think it's happening.

I take my phone and ignoring all the calls from my family, I dial Harry's phone number.

"The number you are trying to reach does not exist..."

No, no, no.

I run to the room and take a good look for the first time. I fall to my knees when I understand what's going on. The room is empty, the cupboard's doors are wide up with no clothes hanging there. Nothing lies in his nightstand and anything else but the bed is there.

The first tears falls on my legs. He's left me here, he's abandon me as if I am nothing but the furniture he left behind. My heart breaks and I clutch my chest when the cries threaten to escape my mouth.

Is everything real? Anything about us was real or he was just playing me? He told me not to leave him yesterday and he's the one that ended up running away from me. A note with an apology is all I have left of him along the shirt I'm wearing right now.

I take the hem of it and stretch it, the smell of him clinging to me and I feel sick. The fabric breaks when my muscles scream in pain. I break it and throw it in the other end.

And I cry. I don't know how many hours I spend in a corner crying for the memories I lost and the ones I will never make. He's left, he's changed his number and he's left me behind. He just used me yesterday and I feel so dirty, my skin feels contaminated by a touch I should have never felt.

I let go of my cries when my phone vibrate in the palm of my hands. Hope floods my heart but everything breaks again when Zac illuminates the screen. I want to hang up but I press the green button instead.

"Hey, girlfriend. Your mother told me what happened," his voice feels refreshing but the heaviness in my chest remains. "Are you alright?"

His question catches me off guard and I start sobbing again. I don't know if he understands my pleads or if he just thinks I am crazy but all I know is someone rings the bell some minutes after the called ended, and Zac arms come to my rescue once again.

I hug him tightly, breath him in so I don't have his scent all around me. I need him to get me out of here, I need him to save me from myself before I can never get up again.

He gather my things and eat for me to dress up. He doesn't ask questions, he doesn't try to talk to me but looks at me as if I will ever be whole again.

I don't know that myself I want to tell with my eyes but I feel them so hollow I'm sure they don't say a single word.

He takes me out of the house but Harry's presence lingers in my heart.

I will never forget.

And I will never forgive him for what he's done to me.