Fallen // h.s.

Thirteen

The pain I was feeling wasn't like a cut or a bruise, but somehow it felt a lot worse. It didn't leave a scar on my skin, but it did on my heart. I could feel my cheek getting wet with tears. The tears made wet tracks down my face onto my shaking chin. Why was I crying? I should have guessed Harry wasn't going to change from one day to another. He still hates me. I still keep getting hurt by him. And yet I was stupid enough to forgive him. After all, I guess he was right, maybe I am stupid.

I rubbed my eyes with my hands and took a deep breath calming down.

"Emma?" I heard a voice ask softly. I looked up to see Harry just outside the door.

Did he think I wanted to talk to him? After what he just said? He started walking in my office as I looked down at my hands trying to ignore his presence.

"Emma please let me explain." He said gently, slowly sitting down on one of the chairs I have in front of my desk. "I'm really sorry Emma." He said my head still down looking at my hands.

I didn't want him to see how much his words had hurt me. I didn't want him to see that he accomplished what he probably wanted. Injuring my heart.

"Yeah, well that's what you said last time Harry. Sorry doesn't cut it anymore. Apologize don't mean anything when you keep doing what you're sorry for over and over again." I said not daring to look into his eyes.

"I know. I messed up. I'm really sorry Emma. Please please forgive me. I have no excuse, I'm sorry for hurting you Emma. Forgive me?" He asked begging.

Why was he trying so hard to make things right? He would probably just hurt me again.

"Why should I? How do I know you aren't going to say something that will hurt me again?"

Why was I even talking to him? Was I actually considering what he was asking for? Why was I even getting so hurt? He's just Harry, the jackass who keeps harming my heart from time to time. But why? Why does it hurt so badly?

"I won't. I care about you Emma. I know that I don't show it with my actions and with the words I speak, but I really do care about you. Please believe me. I need you to believe me." He said his voice soft.

He cared about me? Since when? I felt my heart jump with his words. He actually cared about me? Why did it seem to matter so much to me?

"Fine." I breathed finally looking into his eyes. They looked sad. Why would they?

"I forgive you." I said his eyes immediately lighting up. He stood up from the chair a smile on his face.

"So how about a date? Tonight?" He asked dimples popping on each of his cheeks.

"Harry I said I forgive you, that doesn't mean I want to go on a date with you. I do forgive you. Like I said on Sunday, you are a human being too Harry. But you are still not worth my time." I said turning my attention back to my computer.

"Fine. I'll show you I'll change."

"Harry...I still won't go on a date with you." I said looking back at him. He looked down at the watch he had around his wrist.