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25 | A Promise Fulfilled

A/N: You may play these songs as you read this chapter:

Through the Dark by One Direction and Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol.

HARRY

     Her words lingered in my mind. Like a vinyl record on repeat, they kept playing inside my head. Her voice seemed to be so close yet I knew that it was impossible.

     I love you so much.

 

     I love you too.

     I answered her back, although her voice was as faint as a memory of a sound. My hands held on to our picture together, and her face was just as beautiful as the last time that I saw her. These pictures were wonderful in their own ways, upholding the essence of our love for one another. This is life. It may have changed, but its core remained the same. We make a memory, we remember it. We laugh, we cry. We leave, yet we would always take a piece with us that used to be whole. We love, yet we have time to let go.

     We should be showing you the world, but instead you’re showing us. I’m so proud of you.

 

     Thank you mum.

 

     Holding on to these pieces of what I have of her was special, yet it was hurting me too much. I had no idea what happened to her, to my sister, to my dad. Sometimes, I thought that it must’ve had been better if I would see them lying on the lifeless roads I travelled, so that I could at least have the assurance of their fate. However, in my days of embarking on this treacherous journey, there were no signs of any of them that I laid my eyes on. But of course I wouldn’t be so sure about that. They could be there, dead or alive, and we might’ve had just passed them by. The possibilities were endless, and the fact of not knowing their fate was slowly killing me inside.

     Where are you mum? Gemma? I miss you guys so much. The indefinite chance of finding them somehow sparked another spangle of hope. Maybe they were in the refugee site that the British Air Force was holding, or just anywhere else safe. Yeah, that would be it. You could never be sure with what the world could bring at this point. God already made His ways of helping me throughout this endless battle of life. What I expected of being alone for the rest of my life was interposed with Niall’s coming, then Mike, Louis, and Hannah.

    “Am I the first ever fan to enter your house?”

     I turned around to see her standing behind. She was still as beautiful as ever, and I noticed that she was wearing my sister’s white polo shirt, complemented with her black skinny jeans and auburn country boots. Her golden hair hung down like the summer sun, all of her soft waves wonderfully falling on her pallid cheeks.

     “Yeah, I think so,” I spoke softly, turning my gaze back on the picture I was holding.

     “I’m honored. You have a beautiful place.” I smiled hearing her speak, although I knew what she was doing.

     In spite of her encouraging words, I knew that no matter how nothing seemed to change inside this place, there would always be that one thing that was missing. It was quite surprising to find the house still in its usual façade, like it was not affected by the apocalypse in any way. There were no signs of attacks, no marks of struggle, no blood. There were a couple of things that were taken away, like the Bible that used to lie on the altar in our living room. Apart from a few scraps of food and debris on the floor, everything else seemed to look the way it should be, strengthening my hope and belief that they had made it.