𝑼𝒏𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 ✔️

39.*

Cried a bit while writing this

Days had passed after the day where they knew that not everything was solved especially the night filled with sobs and one way I love you's. They acted like nothing happened the previous night but that didn't stop Monroe from crying in the nights.

And Harry pretended not to hear as he couldn't bare to see her face that looked so discoloured.

He made sure she ate as her skin was going back to her natural colour but the feeling inside felt pale and sickening and she just wanted to be okay for once.

But as the days passed on Harry had only gotten curious as to why Monroe's been home. He assumed at first that she took a couple days off when he kissed her goodbye to go to work.

But days and days went on and as they were eating dinner one night, Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Why haven't you been going to work?" He asked while Monroe was playing with the food on her plate that was now cold and inedible. She suddenly stopped twisting her fork in the rice as she looked up at him with worried eyes at his curious ones.

"I... quit," she lied as she continued to play with her food. She didn't want to tell Harry that she was fired, who knows what he'd say or do.

"What? Why?"

And as time got closer, it seemed like her smiles grew more fake and weaker as her heart seemed to love him nevertheless.

Getting back together only seemed to weaken them as she felt like in the nights she was cold and alone and Harry felt like she was slipping through his fingers no matter how tight he held on.

Monroe gave him a weak smile, a weaker one then yesterday but yet her heart achingly grew.

"I'm going to be in college sooner or later and I thought might as well just quit now..."

"You don't... you don't just fucking quit, we don't even know if you got in!"

And as time got shorter it seemed pointless to be bickering but this was Monroe and Harry and Harry and Monroe as this was all they did and they thought it was worth it.

Was it?

"Thanks for believing in me," she spoke as she glanced at the small blue bottle across from her.

Antidepressants.

And maybe this was Harrys way of telling her that he loved her and that he wanted her better and well.

But she didn't see it that way as she took the pills and put them in the cabinet it once was in.

"It's not that I don't believe in you..." he trailed off as his voice laced in sadness as he saw what she did, he just wanted her better.

She wanted him to say I love you.

"You just have to plan things strategically, what happens if you don't get in?"

"I'll get in."

"And if you don't."

"I will," she almost yelled as she threw her dishes in the sink and went to shower.

And maybe Monroe didn't fully forgive Harry as she seemed cold when he would talk about going back to England or when she would say remarks that seemed to hit him internally.

But Monroe couldn't deal with pain especially because she was so in love with him.

But some hours were good when they laid on the floor and Monroe would trace his bare chest, on top of him as he would circle her hipbones under the baggy shirt she stole from him.