It was not in the plan

Chapter 19: Memories

Henry POV:

I felt like an idiot, my energy and self control to keep everything together was gone.

I had been fighting to keep it all together for years and right now all of that vanished.

I was a sobbing mess, tears streamed down my cheeks and my heart felt like someone was slowly and painfully squeezing it.

Violet had her arms around me, she hugged my waist awkwardly. I hugged her back though.

The wind blew across her hair making it fall everywhere, my tears had become dry and even through my thick jacket I could feel myself starting to shiver.

"Maybe we should head home?" She asked me when we pulled apart.

I nodded, too embarrassed to say anything else.

We walked back to her house slowly. Few words were spoken and a damp blanket of silence lingered in the air.

"Thank you" I said, as we finally approached.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" She asked me.

"Yes" I said without hesitation. "How about in the afternoon?"

"Alright, I'll meet you at the same restaurant. My treat this time" she said. "Be there or be square"

I chuckled at her lame joke and shook my head "I'll be there at two thirty"

"Okay get home safely" she whispered to me, her green eyes wide. I nodded, ready to walk away but then she suddenly wrapped her arms around my waist.

"I really didn't know you were going through so much" she whispered, almost so softly I didn't hear her.

I chuckled for some reason. "Thanks for letting me vent and cry it out"

"Sometimes it's good to cry" she said letting go of me and studying my face. "I'm glad you feel free enough to show your emotions to me"

I smiled " your turn to vent tomorrow"

"Mmm" she muttered unsure.

"I cried in front of you. I don't even cry in front of my mom" I stated.

She smiled, an honest, wide mouthed smile.

"Okay, my turn tomorrow. I'll tell you a story I've told no one" she promised.

I nodded. "See you tomorrow"

I turned around, walking towards my house quickly without another glance.

I was happy she stopped at me house, after everything that happened. I still don't know if i would be able to keep that amount of self control to stay away from her.

My stomach started hurting, I groaned. It was a similar pain from earlier that day.

The sooner I got home, the better.

I quickened my pace, trying not to think about the stabbing pain in my stomach and the resisting urge to vomit.

I bit my lip and broke into a half run and half job. Stopping outside my house, I panted and held my hand over my stomach.