𝑼𝒏𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 ✔️

14.

Monroe woke up that morning with a heavy aching heart as it even hurt to sit up. The tears were dried on her face but more continued to come as she woke up. It hurt to know that people couldn't be trustworthy no matter how big or small the circumstances were.

She didn't love him- she knew she didn't for she knew her heart was unable to love but god if she did she wouldn't know how her body would cope, her mind would go completely against her. But even if she didn't love him, he hurt her- god he hurt her so much.

Loud sobs continued to rake her body as she remembered last nights current events. She looked over at the couch to see the blanket folded on the couch neatly. She got up from the bed and saw that his shoes were gone while the door was unlocked since he didn't have a key.

Out of curiosity, she opened the door to see him sitting against the wall across from her door, with his hair in a matted mess but it still seemed to look perfect. His eyes red as blood, with a mixture of black and purple bags under his eyes. Why did she feel bad for this beautiful mess in front of her.

Why must she care for the distraught man that was here before her, looking at her with his green eyes swimming in the depths of red.

"What are you doing here?" She asked surprised.

"What happened last night?" He asked her and she rolled her red eyes while wiping the endless stream of tears.

"Were you that drunk, Harry? Did you not remember the part where you called me at midnight or how you told me you kissed the same person twice and apologized several times- something you don't do when you're sober," she spoke quietly so her voice wouldn't break.

"I-I told you that?" He suddenly got up and placed his soft hands on her face before she pushed him away but he managed to stay in his position. "Roe, darling I swear I was going to tell you as soon it happened-"

"No you wouldn't have or you would of told me on the phone when you called me."

"Roe, please," he almost begged but his pride was too strong to show his true emotions.

"Let go of me," she removed his hands from her face but he grabbed her hand before she had a chance to leave.

"I know I promised you. I promised you and I failed-"

"Glad to know so now you can leave."

"Monroe."

"I asked you to do one thing and you couldn't even do that. Don't you see that it's obvious that I can't trust you. How did you know you did something wrong if you were drunk last night?"

"I-I just... I just remembered you telling me to leave you permanently and I don't want... I don't want to...." he trailed off because his pride was too strong to show his true emotions on how this was truly affecting him. He didn't want to over shine the beauty of himself with the thorns that protected him.

He was selfish for that, but this time she didn't fight through his thorns, for she had enough of the pricks, and the endless cuts on her delicate skin, blemishing it with bruises and scars that will not not only mark her physically.

He wasn't an angel- no he could not be. An angel was beauty with no pain whatsoever.

He might have not been an angel

But for surely he was an fallen angel.

A fallen angel that was so close to capturing her heart or it wouldn't of hurt this much.