There is no recolection of what he said, nothing for her to hold onto to keep her from falling into the blackness. That night was still remembered as a passing blur to her, a night she may never forget but a blur just the same. Flashes of the horrible events from the previous night pop up into her head with no warning. The few words of "he's dead" and grief stricken sobs surround her, threatening to close in on her and open her mind up to a world of pain. No, shes not ready for that, but deep down, Harley knows shes going to have to face the pain sometime. Today of course wasnt that day though.
Walking in on a suicide was the most tramatic thing that could have happened to her, esspesially since it was her boyfriend, someone she desperatly loved.
