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41. Post-breakup

Previously on Facade,

Alex reached for my wrist. "Helena don't leave me. You told me that you weren't gonna leave me."

That's when I felt the first hot tear on my cheek. I quickly wiped it away.

"I know. But I can't keep that promise."

I wiped another tear.

"But I'll always be here when you're ready to fight your demons for us."

I slowly removed his grip on my wrist. Then I tiptoed and kissed him on the lips as tears started streaming down my face.

"I love you." My voice cracked at the last part.

I turned around and rushed out of his room and his house.

Leaving him behind is already a difficult thing to do and I don't know if I can really leave him if I hear his voice again.

*****

In romantic movies, after the breakup, they will always show the couple brooding in dark rooms and thinking about how they screwed up their relationship.

And the girl will get over him by eating junk food in their pajamas and watching their favorite show.

Well, I did all of it. From thinking about last Friday on my window to eating a tub of Ben and Jerry's chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream in my Pikachu-printed pajamas and watching Teen Wolf.

And so far, it's not working.

No matter how much I've tried to forget about it, the unwanted memory just keeps coming back. Flashes of Alex looking so broken when he begged me to stay... yet I left him. I left him after promising him and Sav not to leave him.

Frustrated, I slammed my laptop shut and hurled my now empty ice cream tub and spoon across the room. The spoon hit the floor, making a clattered sound.

I broke into a sob. The next thing I knew, the door open and someone rushed towards me and gave me a comforting hug. I pressed my face on Harry's chest.

"Hey it's okay, Helena." Harry rubbed my back.

I pulled away to look at him. "H-how is it" sniff "How is it o-okay Harry?" sniff "I screwed up everything." I continued sobbing.

"What I mean is that this is a breakup. You'll feel this way. Just cry it out." He didn't have to say it twice, my tears started running freely as I pressed against his tee once again.

His tee will be soaked with my tears by the end of this and I would be sorry about it if I'm not crying about the breakup.

You might be saying, why am I crying like I'm the one being dumped.

Because I hated this feeling. If possible, I wanna run to Alex right now and never leave him but he will never learn and this will repeat over and over again.

Which I'm not willing to go through again.

My head is starting to hurt. It's a sign that shows I've cried too much but I can't even though I'm tired of crying. With Harry's rhythmic and calming rubbing of my back, I find myself relaxing and then...

I woke up to find myself alone on my bed. My room is dark and the only light source is coming from the bathroom. What time is it?

I sat up and winced. My head still hurts from crying too much earlier.

I looked at the digital clock on my bedside table. It's already 8pm?

Thankfully there's a glass of water beside it, I drank the water, mentally thanking Harry for his thoughtfulness.