Found Me [Harry AU // COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty Eight

The room went silence and he took back all the words he said about liking the silence. This one wasn't those where he could think and be carried away with different topics and such. This was the one where he felt like dying and just be trapped behind the bars of his own mind. This was where he wanted to drink away all the alcohol and bring his knees up to his chest while he sobs hysterically. This one was the one where he didn't even feel like thinking.

"Savannah left me a note a week before she died. It wasn't directly to me, but was sent to whoever rented that house and the basement. I got it two days after I moved in and really, I couldn't read it without tearing up" she pulled out a folded paper from her sweater, hands trembling lightly as she handed it over to him.

He looks at her for some confirmation, and that she's only lying but the truth sat on the throne this time, controlling everything with pure sadness.

"Take it, I don't mind you reading it. In fact, you deserve to have it more than I do. I'm just a vessel here" she smiles bringing out her wrinkles. He took it, but didn't open it straight away because he knew there was space. A large one although the paper was right in his hands.

To whoever rents my house,

This is my last wish before I'll be gone forever and my will. A favor is all I ask and a generous heart is what needed for this. Hopefully you can do this task since I'm too late for it. My money is running low and as much as I want to do it myself, I'm not able to.

A boy lives in the basement which is kind of unused, someone I've grown to love. He has so much more to learn, so much longer to live unlike myself. He helped me through the times I hated, like being the cafeteria lady who everyone likes to throw empty juice boxes at. I'm that fat, large woman who everyone thinks does some black magic but he doesn't think that. Even if he did assume such things, I'm in a definite position to say that he won't mind.

Unfortunate things happened to him and it still is, the only things he has in the basement is that mattress which I managed to afford and just a thin blanket. The toilet always gets clogged and the bulb is in an alternate position of being on and off. The dust there is unbelievable and It sometimes gives him a hard time to breathe and when opening the window, who knows what can happen in one night?

So I'm asking you to buy him some things. Maybe fix up any problems, and get him the most comfortable bed with a pillow as well as a nice blanket. Find him at least a small refrigerator and tip him up with at least cola, since I always see him drink that. Just do anything that can fit him, please. That's all I want. I'm a widow who doesn't even have kids, who has nothing in her hands but only wires from the hospital bed.

I'm begging you, treat him in the best way. And if you're reading this Harry, I love you like my own son, you'll always be my boy.

Savannah

He didn't want to cry. If he did, the tears would soak up the paper and her handwriting will be gone. He didn't want to ruin it. Not when she was gone and that he never got to say goodbye. Not when he couldn't hold her wrinkled hands before she fell into her last heartbeat. Not when he felt like dying too.

His heart sank harder than anything, it was shrinking and he thought it was going to turn into an atom. Better though, he thought. Maybe an atom wouldn't be having this much hurt he's facing. No one could heal it, or hurt it. It'll just be an atom. Unseen and forgotten.

"I'm sorry, Savannah is a good woman I'll say. Don't live in the memory when it hurts, live in where it hurts of happiness. I can tell you both had so much fun when she was still alive"

"Stop...stop talking I can't- I'm tired" he didn't want to hear anything else about her. It would only touch and poke the wound he thought was healing. She was gone. Like never coming back.

"I understand, I'll check up on you tomorrow. Get some rest" she stood and smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. It was the forced type of a smile. Something he does a lot.

He only nodded which made her turn and leave, only making the room have nothing but the sound of a paper folding, and his voice cracking. The moonlight passed smoothly through the window and had hit his face, mostly his cheeks which emphasized the glistening tears rolling down his cheeks. He shook with his shoulders bouncing, his hand flying to his mouth as he bit on his knuckles.

"God dammit" he whispered.

"Why does this hurt so bad?" his voice light, not even a sound.

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A knock came on her door which didn't make her eyes open.

She was too tired to even wake up but this wasn't any lucky day, not that any day is.

"Wake up, I know you're just pretending" Gemma's tone was not good, or bad but it was the bored type. She was probably tired and only wanted to find something to scream at.

"I-I'm coming" she groaned under her breath, making sure no one hears it. A cockroach, however crawled right beside her feet and she flinched, running away on her toes tipped up.

"Go, go away if you don't wanna be stepped on" she shooed off the small insect but of course that naïve little thing couldn't understand what she meant.

"Fucking go!" she whispered but the knock was louder on the other side.

"What the hell is going on?" she opened the door at that time, and Gemma was just standing on one leg, the other one brought up on a chair nearby. She was stretching, something she rarely do. Especially in front of Aronica.

"The food is going to finish, I can't stand the sight of my refrigerator being empty" she handed her some cash, falling down to her feet since she threw it.

My refrigerator

What else did she expect for her to say?