Famous Collide || h.s.

Chapter 76: Fault

Harry P.O.V.

He sat as usual in the past days on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

Mute and emotionless.

He was like that exactly 96 hours. For exactly these four days, he did nothing else, while his daughter slept next to him in the cradle. She didn't do this very often, because most of the time she demanded his attention, which he liked to give her. That distracted him for a brief moment.

However, if he holds her in his arms and tries to soothe or feed her, or simply to caress her, she immediately reminds him of her mother. Of his girlfriend. Of Lisa.

And then the grief recalls him.

She had inherited her dark hair, and he realized that she had inherited facial features from her, that her little nose was like hers. He recognized this early, for on the second day after her birth he had looked at her for hours. Every single moment he had stored and analyzed. Tried to understand it.

And while he was storing and analyzing everything, he still didn't understand it.

In the second, when his little girl was born, the breath of life left Lisa's body. In that second, when a new life saw the light of the world, another life left this world.

But he shook his head. How should someone understand that?

Again and again he heard Lisa's screams echoing through the room while she supported the birth. Again and again he felt the pressure on his hand as Lisa had pressed it. And again and again he heard her take a deep breath; saw her face and her love. And all this should be over now?

He hadn't had the opportunity to speak to her again; to thank her that she had given him a little daughter; that she had passed through the pain again and again and brought this beautiful specimen. He didn't have the opportunity to confess his love to her and to ask her an important question.

But as he passed through his lost possibilities, he thought about her lost possibilities.

She couldn't see so much.

She didn't even have the chance to see her daughter and hold her once. He didn't even know if she had heard the sound of her voice ...

"Hey.", someone put his hand on Harry's shoulder.

Slowly he looked up and met Lauren's gaze. Her eyes were still reddened, but she smiled slightly at him.

"Hi Lauren.", he stood up and pulled her into his arms.

The two joined now something. They were both present when his daughter was born and they were both present when his girlfriend and her sister had died. Just like Bonnie.

He met her eyes again hopefully. "What do Bonnie and Jo say?"

She shook her head slightly, loosened herself from his embrace, and went to the cradle of her niece.

"Hello little angel.", she whispered, leaning forward as Harry sat back down on the couch and closed his eyes.

"So there is no hope that they might bring her back to life?", he murmured.

"They've tried everything.", Lynne sniffed.

He turned his head to the door and saw her standing there. Harry nodded, after which she slowly walked over to him and finally sat next to him and took his hand in hers. He gave her comfort while she was shaking beside him.

They were silent, as so often, in the last four days.

"The decay hasn't started, yet.", Lynne breathed after a felt eternity. "They say it is a good sign."