Broken Charms

Alone in Berlin: Part Two

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”So you just need to breathe

To feel my heart against yours now, against yours now” – Ed Sheeran, Wake me up

----Harry----

After a while I left, saying that I had to make the reservation for tonight.  It was a half lie. I wanted to book a table for tonight but I also wanted to do something else.

Astrid once told me that she wanted to find a song that portrayed our relationship but she could find none to fit perfectly. That was why I decided to make one fit. I always loved ‘Wake Me Up’ by my dearest friend Ed Sheeran. I wanted it to be our song. Ed had never told me the story behind that song but I always curious how someone could fall in love just by waking up with someone, until I met my angel. She was everything I wanted. Those times, when she used to wake me up with a soft kiss just before she whispered to me that it was time to go to my room, were the times when I was completely in love with her.  I couldn’t describe it. Just the feeling of waking up with someone you adore was pure love.  I never wanted to end. Ever. So that was my plan. I was going to buy her a heart pendant. I wasn’t very handy with making jewelry so I decided to buy one instead.

It didn’t take me long to find what I was looking for. It was vintage heart pendant with wings. The wings were shaping the heart, which was made of ruby. The best thing about it was that it opened to reveal a small space. It reminded me those necklaces that people wore with pictures of their loved ones inside. If I put a picture of me inside she would always carry me with her. I would always be with her. 

I glanced at Astrid’s bracelet at my wrist. She had promised. She wouldn’t leave me. I needed to make her see that I wouldn’t leave her. That we would always stand together, no matter what.  Once I bought the pendant, I had it carved with my promise to her. Now on the back of the pendant with beautiful letters it said: “I’ll always love you. Yours, H”. Satisfied with my choice of words I thanked the helpful jewelry maker and left, returning to the hotel to have a shower and then went back to the arena to prepare myself for tonight’s show.

On the way to the arena, I was thinking if I should put a picture of me inside the pendant to remind her of me and my promise to her. Soon I rejected the idea; she was going to decide what picture was going to be on her pendant. Maybe she wanted a picture of her brother inside. Anyway, it was her choice.

I found Astrid at the rehearsal room, dancing and listening to music. Mostly listening than dancing since she only did a few dance moves here and there. Not wanting to interrupt her I turned to leave but she caught me and invited me in.

“What are you doing? Another routine?” I asked curiously.

“No, I was just listening to music. Can I tell you a secret?” she asked. That moment little things came to play. She sighed. Not giving me a chance to response she continued.

“I always wanted to dance to this song. But it always felt wrong. Like this song didn’t need choreography to perfect it. It was perfect by itself.  Just your voices and nothing more. Exactly like ‘Moments’ and ‘Over Again’. I never wanted to create routines for those songs. It didn’t felt right.” She explained.

“But you do want to dance ‘Little Things’, don’t you?” I asked trying to understand her.

“Harry, I’m dying to be on that stage, dancing that song.” She confessed all too serious.

“Then, why don’t you?”

“Because it’s not that simple. They told me to create for all the songs but I disagreed and left those three without choreography. I can’t just take back my word.”