Falling For A Vampire || H.S.

Epilogue.

(Please listen to the song on the side while reading the chapter 'cause it describes Jossie a lot here. It's "Christina Perri - The Lonely" I think all her songs fits this story, lol. Anywho, enjoy!x)

I sat on my bed, hair messy and eyes puffy from crying constantly. I held my pillow close to my chest and burried my face in it. Tears started rolling down my cheeks and the pillow absorbed it. That's how my life has been lately. It was crazy how I returned to my old home after the fight and everything. It wasn't my home, though. I can't call anything home without Harry being with me in it. The day I came back, my Mom started crying hysterically and asked me billions of questions. I answered a few of them as I didn't have the power to even stand on my feet. I told her I got lost in the forest, she didn't believe me of course. How could anyon get lost in a forest for over a month? I told her that there was nothing she could possibly worry about, she asked me if I was okay and I nodded. I went up to my room without saying another single word, not even greeting my sister and little brother. My mother was crashed, she had red, puffy eyes and she seemed pale, my sister also looked like her. My little brother grinned widely when he saw me, showing his cute, little dimples which reminded me of Harry. My friends; Sarah, Olivia and May, came to visit me the next day. They all hugged me and told me how much they missed me, but I said nothing back, in fact, I said nothing at all through the whole time they were with me. 

Three years has passed since Harry proposed to me and since the fight, the night Harry died. I spent two of the past three years staying in my room, crying. My Mom would ask me to join them for dinner and I would decline so she would bring me my food to my room, which I end up abandoning to get cold. My friends would come to see me, but I would only say short sentences as a reply like; "Hi." "I'm fine." "No." or "Yes." nothing more, nothing less. I would force a smile to the jokes Sarah and May would say, which were hilarious. In the past, I used to laugh and grin like an idiot for no reason, but now, I am nothing but a miserable 19 years old teenager who fell in love with a vampire, the sweetes, most charming and most amazing vampire who got killed by the hands of a murderer. My mother was very miserable by my state and even got me to visit a therapist. I got to attend a few session, though they were useless as I always sat there staring at nowhere and not paying attention. Eventually, my mother gave up on me. I often get out of my room and my whole house to go and visit the boys. I would sit and ask how they're doing, but their state is obvious from the way they look.

The boys were and still are devastated by what happened to their brother. They were always laughing and joking around in the past, but now each one of them would be sitting in a different part of their mansion, staring at nowhere, sighing or even crying, like Louis. They would comfort me whenever I visited though. They would tell me that everything will be alright and that Harry would never want me to be in this saddening state I am in. I would thank them and go up to mine and Harry's old room. Memories would flood to my brain everytime I enter this room; when I sat at the chair, observing Harry when he was wounded, when me and Harry joked around together and ended up laughing our brains off, when I was sleeping in Harry's arms and sang for the first time in ages and he comlimented me and the memory that keeps making its way to my mind every second of my life is when Harry proposed to me. Back then, I didn't think of anything or anyone except that I'll be happy with him for the rest of my life. Little did I know that this "rest of my life" ended a few hours later.

I would wander around the room and pick one of Harry's shirts and wear them. Surprisingly, his scent is still very clear in all of his shirts. Zayn once saw me sitting on our bed, wearing Harry's shirt and he told me that if I wanted, I coukd take some of them with me. I thanked him and I did so. My mother of course kept asking where I got them and why I have boys's shirts on me, but I would ignore her as I ignore everything in my life. Liam also once saw me and told me that if that would help me, I could tell anyone I trusted about Harry in order to ease the pain. I still remember his words; "Sometimes telling people about your problems, lifts part of the heavy weight on your shoulders." and that's what I did. I told Sarah, May and Olivia about Harry, dismissing the part of him being a vampire. I just told them he had a fight with someone called Jaden and he ended up getting killed protecting me. I also told them how I killed Jaden with no mercy, I kept crying as I always do and somehow, they comforted me. I felt a little bit better after telling them everything, but there was still a big hole in my heart and nothing could fill that hole except Harry.