Juliet's POV
He layed unconscious on the hospital bed, looking rather ghostly, while I clung onto his hand for dear life. I cried my heart out. I was so close to losing the one I loved.
My head snapped up when I heard the door slide open, and I was met with the doctor. He was followed by a rather handsome (but didn't compare to Harry) guy, and I immediately straightened up. I hopped up and shook the doctors hand.
"Juliet?" The doctor asked, and I saw the guys head pop up, and stare at me wide-eyed. Did Harry tell everyone I broke his heart?
"Mhm," I said, trying to hide my face from the guy.
"Doctor Wilde," he shook my hand once again, before continuing. "Harry seemed to pass out from starvation. Apparently he hasn't been eating these past few days. Would you possibly know why?" And I felt my heart sink into my stomach. He hasn't been eating, and I know the exact reason.
Me.
Very short! I need comments though'
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Letters to Juliet - Process of Editing
PoetryCollection of poems written in grief, with a tale of how a couple torn apart by fear can find their way back to each other. All poems are mine! © brokenflowerss
