Something Infinite

Chapter 53

Harry's POV

Memories were moments in time, that made up the story of our lives. Some good, some bad, but none the less, all of them made us the people we were today. From as early as childhood, to just yesterday, these moments paved the way to our futures, setting up and preparing us for what more was to come.

We all had ways in which we liked to remember our past- some wrote in diaries, some kept keepsakes, but most captured these moments in photographs, so we could often look back and remember how we felt in that exact moment. A picture was worth a thousands words, so they say- it told a story, it recounted a memory, it triggered an emotion, and made us feel something greater than any words could.

As I stood in the doorway of my bedroom, I watched on as Jen flicked through photos she kept in a box- her face lighting up a little more with every visual memory she passed through. It was nice to see her smiling, everything in my life seemed to be okay as long as she was happy, so I loved watching her face light up over little things like photographs.

She didn't notice my presence, she was too enthralled in her walk down memory lane. I loved watching her when she was lost in her own world, showing me emotions she felt when she wasn't around me. She'd made such progress since the end of last year, she was a completely different woman sitting on our bed, than the one laying in it falling apart a few months back. Her genuine happiness shone through, making me feel completely safe and content in this relationship.

I wondered how long I could stand in this spot, before she actually noticed I was lingering around, looking like some kind of clingy stalker. I pulled my phone out, texting her a simple compliment, telling her she was beautiful. I was intrigued to see her reaction to me when I wasn't around, or so she thought. I wondered if she still smiled like she did when I said it face to face.

Her phone chimed, pulling her away from her prior activity. She smiled as she read my message, typing a response before turning her attention back to the box in front of her.

"How long are you going to stand there for? Creep" she replied back, making me chuckle at her subtle knowledge that I'd been standing here for quite some time.

"How did you know? You didn't even bat an eyelid in my direction," I walked towards her, taking a seat on the bed with her.

"You don't breathe very quietly, plus I heard you walking here, then I just assumed you'd say something when you got here, but you never did, so I left you to stare," she shrugged, placing the photos back into her box.

"I like watching you sometimes, I'm an observer."

"There's no escaping you, you're everywhere," she closed the box, attempting to rid it from the bed.

"Hold on, I want to see what was making you smile like that," I took the wooden box from her hand, opening it to view the photographs.

"They're photos of Bella and I through high school, to up until our falling out. I haven't looked at them in a while, she may not remember everything that happened in these photos, but I do, and I want to hold on to those memories," she sighed, her body language telling a different story than a few minutes ago.

"What's wrong?" I lifted her tilted head to face mine, concerned about what had her so shook all of a sudden.

"Nothing," she faked a smile, leaning in to kiss me, to distract me from firing more questions at her.

"Thanks for the kiss, but I'd like to know what the matter is. Did something happen at the hospital yesterday? Why are you not there today?" I asked her.

Jen usually spent her morning at the hospital, making sure she got in a visit most days, while we were in town. She was helping her with her recovery, both mentally and physically. She always seemed to come home fine, never really wanting to talk about her time with her, so I'd been leaving it, without questioning.