" Sometimes you have to choose between trying one more time, or starting over"
" I hope you never forget me" was something Emma had been telling herself ever since he walked out the door of her flat and onto the luxurious seats of his tour bus. I felt moisture gather in my eyes, and I swiftly swiped away the salted tears. " Don't worry love I'll be back in a few months and we can settle down together" I bit my lip tasting blood. A sob escaped my lips as I hugged my knees up to my chest trying hard to forget everything Harry Edward styles said to me before he walked away to do what makes the world happy. " who knew that being with him would hurt me so much" . To say I was " okay" was an understatement. I was an emotional wreck trying to put the pieces back together, to try and be happy again. But I just don't think I can, ever since he left it's like he took a big piece of me with him. And I was left with the big hole in my chest trying to patch it up with all the wrong things when all I needed to fix that was " him" .
I sighed as I got out of bed and shakily stood up. " just two more months Emma and he'll be back " . Thats what I'd been telling myself for the past few months as I counted down how many more agonising months left until I could be whole again. I sighed throwing on a pair of faded , ripped skinny jeans, and his favourite red and white flannel that I snatched from his suitcase, along with a bottle of his cologne. I sighed as I breathed in his smell. Gulping as I doubled over heavy sobs taking over my body. I began gasping for air and tried to be subtle. I screamed as my phone dinged from across the den. I honestly didn't even bother because I knew that it wasn't going to be " him" . Shrugging on my bag and ran out the door.
