Divorce Me {h.s}

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Harry

Pain was the only thing that I felt ever since she showed me those divorce papers. Did she really want that? Did she really want our relationship to end just like that? 

I gave up on the drugs and the alcohol months ago. I even stopped seeing some friends to make her happy. I tried to make a change for her, but to her, I was the same.

Was it hard? Fuck yes, of course it was. I still love her and I wasn't trying to cause any trouble into our relationship, but to her everything was my fault. She would kick me out of the house and make me sleep outside. She would throw my clothes out the window with a pillow and a blanket. She wouldn't care if I didn't show up home. All she wanted was for me to be gone; to be away from her.

*****

I got to the house to pick up some things I had left over. I didn't even want to stand there anymore, but I did it anyway. I knocked hoping that she would open.

She opened the door half way only showing half of her face and then came out so I can see her fully. She had her hair up in a pony tail and was wearing a robe. "What do you want?" She snapped.

I quickly stopped myself from checking her out and then made eye contact with her. "Oh, well, I came to pick up some of the things I left."

"Come another day." She said with a smile. "I'm busy at the moment, sorry."

"Doesn't seem like you are."

"Well I am so please just-" She said getting interrupted by a deep voice. She looked at me and seemed nervous. A guy about my height appeared behind her wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek.

"Guess you are then." I said and walked a away heading to my car.

"Harry wait!" She yelled running after me.

I turned around and looked at her. "What?"

"It doesn't seem like what you think ok?"

"Then?" I asked.

"He's just a friend."

"Yeah, a friend that can touch you all over and be kissing you huh? A friend!" I yelled, running my hand through my hair, a bit angry now.

She looked at me. "Harry, I promise. It's a friend."

"Yeah, a fucking friend." I said, getting in my car and drove off.

I will admit, I was jealous, very. I won't lie. Seeing him touch the love of my life was not a good feeling and seeing her seem like she didn't care was worse.

I felt anger as I drove, the type of anger I've never felt before. I never thought I would feel this way? I care for her, but at the same time I need to move on. She's moved on.

Today, I came to realize that I need her in my life and I know I will win her back.