Into The Darkness. (Completed)

Ch.26-All I have

[coming to the end of the sstory!]

Harry just lay down.." I begged.

"No." He grunted, stumbling over to the kitchen. I watched hopelessly as he carried himself to the counter, determined to cook for us. It hurt to watch, his pale arms shaking as little beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The spatula fell on the ground causing a loud clatter, he ran a shaky hand through his messy curly hair while choking back the sobs. I ran over to him, enveloping him in my embrace, steading him so he wouldn't tumble to the ground. It hurt. It hurt so much to see him this way.. His salty wet tears left traces along my neck as his lips quivered on my cheek, trying to place a shaky kiss. I placed a small, feather like kiss on his pink plump lips, tasting the same it has for years.. Minty, I tried desperately to breathe him in, to remember what he smelled like.

"Please don't cry.." I whimpered, on the verge of tears.

"I'm sorry, Lilah. I can't even make my family dinner." He cried helplessly. I moved as close as possible to him and hugged him tighter to me, nuzzling my head into his warm chest.

"I love you."

"I love you." He said softly.

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"I-I need to go to the hospital." I hear Harry say.

I quickly rushed to his side, helping him into the car.

•••

"He may start to forget things, Mrs.Styles." Richard warned. I nodded numbly and walked into the all to familiar white room. Harry was sitting up in his bed, his hands were clamped together, showing every bone in his hand. His collar bone was sticking out through his skin. He looked like a skeleton with skin draped over him. I took a few steps back and placed my hand over my mouth, I closed my eyes and sobbed. Tears painfully made their way down my face, the depressed feeling entering my hollow body yet again. I fixed myself up and walked to Harry. I sat in the chair next to him and stared intently at his perfect face.

"Harry?" My voice cracked. He looked over at me with confusion.

"Who are you?" He asked seriously.

"W- What? It's Lilah, Harry. It's me!" I gushed.

"Who's Lilah? Why are you in my room? Where's my Doctor?" He yelled. I looked for traces of playfulness on his face, none.

"Y-you, you don't remember me?" I croaked.

"Am I supposed too?"

•••

"My own husband doesn't even remember me. Do you know how that feels?! All of our lives, are wasted! He doesn't even remember his daughter! His best mates!" Fresh sobs escaped from my eyes.

He's not getting better, I'm sorry." Richard apologized.

"HE HAS TOO!" I screamed angrily. I started pulling at my hair, trying to rip it out.

"Mrs. Styles.. I-. Look I know what it feels like to go through this.." Richard uttered. I cocked my head.

"My wife dead last year from Lung Cancer." He continued.

"I just don't want to lose him.." I pleaded.

"He's all I got. HES ALL I HAVE! MY BROTHER TOOK MY DAUGHTER BECAUSE HE SAID I WASN'T FIT TO TAKE CARE OF HER ANYMORE! He took half my world, and know you're going to take the other half!" I screamed.

[K&K]