this is a sequel to the last chapter (try) and this is the end of that short story, i will post different one shots and whatnot next :)
this one shot is pretty short and lame but that's okay!! don't refrain from leaving your thoughts and such 💘
alright i hope you enjoy and get a little inspired!!
btw this is grammatically incorrect because i felt more inspired writing it this way lmao if that makes any sense!
happy reading :D
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heartbeat.
the noise from the only organ that kept Ariana alive, the only organ that she so foolishly tricked herself into believing that it only beat for Harry. the organ that Harry was able to grip and shatter dozens of times before it magically wound itself back up.
three months ago, that same heart was completely torn to shreds, ripped at every tissue as blood seeped through every slit; slowly emptying out. three months ago Ariana had wished for that same heart to stop beating.
three months after Ariana's split from the love of her life, her reliance, trust, hope, and happiness, things were beginning to look up.
it was anything but easy for her to move on at this rate, every day began getting worse and worse before she was found passed out in her bedroom by her best friend, Alexa, with endless empty bottles of hard alcohol that she consumed way too much of and passed out. after being mentally hospitalized for two days there were high recommendations for her to go to therapy, for she needed it to come back. she was there psychically, but never mentally. there was always something off about her ever since he left, she was lacking character.
three months ago Ariana had never expected it to get this bad, she was incredibly heartbroken but the loneliness was eating her alive. she drank more than she had her entire life for three months and threw up anything she ate. she was incredibly thin by the time she was hospitalized, her jagged bones more protruding than they should be.
it was a fucking nightmare to have to wake up in the morning to go to one of Dr Eliot's therapy sessions. it was fucking terrible to sit in her office either completely silent of full blown sobbing. by the time her session was over her cheeks and nose had a bright glow to them and her eyes burned whenever she blinked.
but as the days went on, and the more Dr Eliot listened and elaborated on her confessions and stories about her heartbreak, the better she started to feel. after three torturous months of being drained from any emotion, and seeing Harry act as if nothing had happened, happier than he had ever been with her, Ariana just figured it was just not fucking worth it.
by the second month Ariana did not dread to wake up every morning. she began eating a little more every week, and despite there being days she broke everything she had built up and went back to square one of drowning herself in alcohol and emptying her stomach, she just never lost hope.
and there it was. the only thing she was able to feel ever since her departure from Harry; hope. and she was damn well going to cling to every last spark of hope she had inside of her to free her from this constant longing to be with him.
hope was what kept her going now, and the constant reminder that things would get better despite how impossible it may seem.
being active and distracted kept her sane and she wouldn't have it any other way. there was not a single day that she did not think of him but as time passed the less time he spend on her mind. Ariana visited her parents, traveled to different cities, and had Alexa help her recover throughout the entire way. she had never been more grateful for that first spark of hope that magically appeared in her.
the knobs on her spine weren't very visible anymore because now she was able to eat and keep it down. Ariana stayed as far away from alcohol for as long as she could and now the color was beginning to appear on her cheeks again. her hair was shiny and her fingernails were no longer chipped and bitten on anymore. she began taking care of herself more than she had when she was with harry, and that meant something. he was toxic in her life and she never noticed it until she realized she could do better, and started feeling better than she ever did.
things were not completely perfect, and she had accepted that it may never be as perfect as she hopes for it to be, but she can make it her own definition of perfect.
every time she ran into him, she felt every memory hit her harder than ever before; but it no longer hurt. it was a wave of nostalgia and relief and encouraged her to never return to the state of mind she was in when he was in her life. despite him having such a heavy impact in her life, she no longer let the good overrule the bad. he was good to her at some point, but then it all turned to dust when she hadn't even noticed.
harry had saved ariana's life. he taught her everything about life, hope, happiness, and strength. she would always miss him, but never the same way again.
this was not the end, far from it, and things were already so much better than before, she could only imagine how much better things would be in a year.
and she waited. days turned weeks and into months and months swift to a complete year, and now she could say something she wasn't able to say for the past six years.
she is happy.
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i hope you guys understand what this lame ass short story meant to me. i hope you know that everything i write here is what i feel 😎😎😎
but anyways thank you so much for reading!!
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