The Letters » h.s ✔️

15.5

The school corridor was almost empty. There were just a few students that stayed behind for their extracurricular or detention. I just came back from the school library to do my homework cause I didn't have the book reference for it. And well, also a little bit of pouring my heart to letter for some particular boy.

I walked to my locker, taking some of my text books home. The sky was gloomy and clouded once again, like the reminder of my heart. It was one of those days when you just want to lay in bed all cuddle up in thick blanket and a tons of pillows and never get up.

My legs carried me out of the school building, making my way home. The cold wind hit my face harshly and picked up the dead leaves on the sidewalk. I tightened my jacket and walked faster cause it looked like it's going to rain.

Just another day in London and the moody weather.

I could see the lamp post in the corner of my street, indicating that I was just a couple meters away from my house. I took a turn and I could see the growing maple tree beside my house.

I walked in to my porch and took out the key from my pocket, putting the key on the key hole and opened the door. When the door closed, I could hear the sound of the rain. I sighed, happy that I came home just in time.

"I'm home!" I said, basically announcing my existence inside the house to no one. Both of my parents were doctors. My dad worked at The Royal London Hospital, while my mom's at St Mary's Hospital. They were busy people, but I'm grateful that they'd still made some time for me. Usually on the weekends.

I walked to my kitchen, feeling a bit thirsty from all the walking. It was actually only about ten minutes of walking from school to my house but I'm easily thirsty. I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured some water on it. I drank it almost immediately.

The rain was getting harder by every minutes. I pulled out some crisps and a water bottle then made my way upstairs to my room. I opened my bedroom door and the first thing I saw is what shocked me the most.

Harry

He was sitting in the edge of my bed with his head hanging low. A few strand of hair blocking his beautiful face. He had something in hands. And I might know what that is, what are those.

My letters.

My head was dizzy. I couldn't really breath properly at the moment. I felt like I was drowning. I couldn't breath. I felt like my heart ripped out of my chest looking at him like that. And it was all on me. It was my fault. I sent the letters to him.

It felt like forever, standing in the doorway and looking at him, with just the sound of the rain filled the room. I walked over to him slowly, too afraid too make any sounds.

I stood exactly in front of him. Not too close, but not too far away either. I put the food I had in my hands on my nightstand silently, not in the mood to eat it anymore.

"Harry." I managed to say. My voice sounded so small and sad. I didn't even know if he heard me at all.

"Veronica." I was shocked, too shocked. He never called me by my real name. I didn't even know if he knew it either. He always called me Ronie, like the rest of people that knew me. I hated the name and that was why I never used it. And that was also the reason I put "V" on the letters, cause I never thought that he would know my real name. Even he knew me almost twelve years now. But, I was wrong.

Harry looked up to me. His eyes were sad and he looked like about to cry. It made me so sad to look at him like this. I felt like a crap because I sent those letters to him.

"I'm so sorry." My voice broke at the end. I dropped my knees on the floor in front of him, looking down at my balled fist. I felt the first tear rolled down on my cheek and fell on the back of my hand.

"Why?"

"I just didn't know what to do, it's suffocating me. I need to get it out." I said, my voice shook in every syllables. My tears were rolling down my cheek uncontrollably at this moment.

He suddenly sat down with me on the floor. Our legs barely touched. His hand reached my chin and I looked up to him. His eyes were filled with water when he looked at me. Like he was sad looking at me like this.

"You can't do this for me, Ronie." He said to me softly. His eyes softened when he saw my eyes filled with tears.

"I know." I whispered softly. My eyes were looking anywhere but him. He cupped my cheek which made me look into his eyes. This is too much for me.

"How?" He asked.

"You made it easy to fall in love with you."

"Since when, Ronie? How could I don't know?" He plead.

"Two years ago." He closed his eyes for a moments, "I'm so sorry, Harry." He opened his eyes, allowing me to see those beautiful emerald. He turned his body and grabbed the stack of letters in my bed. I tried to control my breathing and put my emotion in place. I looked down to the letters on his lap and sighed.

I got up from my place and walked to my desk. I opened the second drawer of my desk and pulled out a wood box. I looked at it and wished that everything would go back into place soon. Cause this feeling in my chest could honestly kill me in the end.

I turned around and saw Harry was still on the floor. I controlled my breath, my tears, and my emotions so I wouldn't be crying mess once I'm in front of Harry.

Once everything was in the place. I walked to him. I sat down on my previous place. Harry looked up to me then looked down to the box I had in my hand. I smiled at him. It was small one, but that was all I manage to make.

I handed over the box to him. He looked confused at first but finally took the box. He studied the box for a few seconds, when he was about to speak I beat him to it.

"Please don't ask, just opened it when you're alone." My voice was pleading to him. He just nodded at my request.

He then stood up and so did I. He sighed then walked pass me to opened my bedroom door. There was a pause, I was facing away from him but I could feel his eyes on me. A few seconds later, I heard the door closed softly behind me.

My heart just broke into billion pieces and I've never felt this so much pain before.