Hey guys! I just want you to know that I do acknowledge that Hartbig, unfortunately is not real. All of the events that are occurring in this fic are not true.... Hence the term "fiction". I'm sorry for your feels. Enjoy!
Hannah's Pov
I can't seem to fall asleep tonight.
I usually have Gracie right next to me, holding me.
I do feel really bad about this whole twitter thing.
That picture should not have been leaked.
How could our 'fans' say this about her?
She's probably the sweetest girl I've ever met.
What has she done to them?
Nothing.
She's done nothing.
She truly loves me, I know she does.
And I love her 10x more.
But she broke my heart.
I'm sick of falling for the straight girls who cheat on me with a man.
Usually I forgive them and give them another chance but I end up getting hurt again and again.
Grace and I are done.
I don't know if we'll be able to be friends again.
I hope so but probably not.
We shouldn't have taken this chance, we risked our friendship and now we're here.
But when I'm with her, it seems so right.
Unlike the other girls that I date.
I never wanted to let her go.
But I needed to.
Didn't I?
I want to give her another chance.
I shouldn't.
My thoughts are interrupted by my phone ringing.
It's Grace.
I decline.
I get a notification that I have a voicemail.
I listen to it.
"Hannah, hun. I am so entirely, truthfully sorry. I know you hate me and frankly, I don't blame ya. Text or call when you're ready......if you're ready. I love you. Bye."
I don't hate her.
I can see why she thinks that though.
I left her on the ground, crying her eyes out.
And I told her I didn't love her anymore.
That was a total lie.
I fall asleep for a few hours.
I wake up around 6 am.
I immediately think of Grace.
I get into the shower to get ready for the day, because I can't fall back to sleep.
While I'm in the shower, I start to think again.
Holy shit.
I told a suicidal girl that I didn't love her.
Uh oh.
My stomach turns as I get dressed quickly.
It's now 6:30 am and I need to check up on Grace.
She's probably fine but I need to at least talk to her.
Luckily, it's early enough that the traffic isn't bad yet.
I arrive at Grace's and knock on the door.
She doesn't answer.
I figure she's just asleep so I unlock the door and go inside.
I go into her bedroom and she's no where to be found.
I start to panic.
I know she's here because her car is in the driveway and her shoes and jacket are here.
But where the hell is she?
"Gracie?" My voice shakes.
I see something sticking out of the bathroom door.
I quickly realize that it's a hand.
Grace's hand.
No.
No.
No.
I run to open the door to find a motionless Grace lying on the floor with bloodstained wrists and a pill bottle next to her.
I scream, hoping this was just a nightmare.
