PERSONAL IMAGINE
BROKEN STRINGS
Humming, I walk downstairs, pulling at my shirt with one hand while I rub over my face with the other. It was an exhausting night even though I did nothing except for staying up late since I was waiting for Harry to come home from his night out. When he did not show up at 3 a.m. I decided to go to sleep. Hopefully, he could stay at one of his friends place.
But not even the hot coffee which burnt the tip of my tongue could really wake me up. I still have a painful headache from the lack of the sleep I have got and my eyes could fall shut any second.
Somehow, I managed to amble into the living room and I would have sat down on the couch if it were not already taken. A broad back is shown. Messy curls are sprawling out on the pillow. But not this sight is what is bothering me, what is hurting me. The thing that hurts is that there, next to him, lies a red-haired girl, peacefully sleeping on his stomach as if he were hers.
My cup of coffee drops to the floor and makes a shattering sound, the sound reminding me of the shattering of my own heart. Harry grumbles and opens one eye, turning his head lazily into my direction. I stand there, watching the two of them with my mouth open.
The sight hurts, stabbing me every time I blink.
"Sasha." Harry whispers shocks and he seems to feel the weight of the redhead on his body because looks down disgusted, shoving her away which causes her to wake up.
"What the...oh." She says when she sees me. I still did not say a word and I don't plan on because I have no words. I'm not able to form a whole sentence or even a thought.
"Sasha." He says my name again as if it were able to minimize the pain. Harry stands up and the redhead quickly grabs her clothes and puts them on, realizing that no one wants her here.
I stumble a few steps backwards, only now feeling the hot liquid underneath my feet which is all over the floor, as well as the tiny pieces of the once whole cup.
"This is not...I didn't want—"
"Leave." I whisper, my voice shaky and hoarse as I managed to only speak one word.
"Sasha, baby, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking, I was drunk...I...It didn't mean anything."
A sarcastic laugh escapes my lips and all I do is bend down to pick up the pieces, not paying attention to Harry. I told him what I want him to do. I don't want to hear how sorry he is. I want him to leave and never ever come back again.
"Sasha, hey." He begs and slightly touches my arm which I jerk away.
"No. You know what? I leave. I leave this goddamn flat and you and all this. Fuck you, fuck this. Fuck!" I shout, my body is trembling with anger and pain.
4 MONTHS LATER
I lay on the couch with my best friend Isabelle next to me. We both stare at the ceiling but remain quiet. She was the one I could run to when everything went downhill. She was the one who received me when I had no where else to go. She is the one who is listening to my complains and cries, day in, day out.
"It's been four months, Sasha." Isabelle says and I sigh. I know how many days ago I left him. I know it perfectly and every new day I wake up without him next to me I remember again what I have lost due his mistake.
"And I think it's time to forget him," She continues and I press my trembling lips together to suppress the tears, "You're still clinging onto him, for nothing. He is not worth it, Sasha. Forget him."
"Forget him?"
"Yes, make space for someone new."
"Someone new?" I ask, "But there is no one else."
"He is not healthy for you."
"But he was," I say and feel the hot tears on my cheeks, "I want him back, Isabella."
"No, you don't want him back. You have to forget him. There are better guys out there, waiting to be discovered by someone like you." She encourages me and a door bell interrupts our hurtful conversation. It rings three times in a certain rhythm I remember. Harry always rang like that when my parents were still against our relationship. He ringed like that to show me I should open the backdoor to bootleg him in.
"This is Harry." I whisper shocked.
"How do you know?"
"I just know it." I say and jump off the couch. Isabelle tries to hold me back but I slip from her grip, tearing the door open to reveal the most handsome man in the whole word.
"Sasha," He greets me, his eyes nervously shifting from me to the door and back to me, "Can she leave us alone for a minute?" Harry points behind me and when I turn I see Isabella standing there. Now, I'm torn between wanting to talk to Harry and listening to Isabelle's advice.
"Could you give us a minute?"
"Sasha." She says warningly.
"I know what I'm doing." To be honest, I have no clue what I'm doing.
"How are you?" Harry asks as soon as Isabella left and I sigh. I don't know how I'm feeling, especially right now.
"Good and you?" I decide to lie.
"Horrible," Harry answers and I feel guilty for some reason, "Horrible since the day you left because I miss you so much." He pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Flowers won't make your mistake undone."
"I know, nothing ever will, but I want to show you and tell you that I love you, still do, always did, forever will. You always were and still are the most important person to me and you slipped through my fingers—"
"No, you let me fall down. You tossed me away as if I am nothing." I correct him and he nods, obviously desperate enough to accept everything I accuse him of, "I left because all of those strings that attached me to you were cut by you, broken."
"But that doesn't change the fact that I still love you. And it doesn't matter how I hurt you, only that I did and that I'm terribly sorry for it. There is no way how I could make up for it, not in a short period of time. I would need longer but I could prove you how much I love you, how much you mean to me, how sorry I am," Harry tells me, "You only have to let me. If you'll let me I'll do anything."
He stretches his arm out with the flowers and I take them, sighing. Of course, he bought my favourite flowers and of course, my heart gets influenced by his terribly perfect words.
"Come here," I say and Harry hesitantly steps closer, "Closer, silly." I demand, rolling my eyes.
When Harry is only inches away I let my fingertips trace over his chest which is covered in a white shirt. I can feel his heartbeat under my soft touch and I'm surprised by how fast and strong it is. Suddenly, I put my hand on the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss him.
The kiss is wrong and he has no right to ever kiss me again, or even talk to me again but my heart is weaker and therefore gave in faster. Mistake did or not, he is the only one I want and even though he can't make the mistake undone he can show me that it was, in fact, a mistake.
"I'll let you," I mumble against his lips and Harry's grip immediately gets tighter around me. He lifts me up a bit as I let out a little squeal, "but I swear to God. If you break my heart again I'll break every bone of yours."
"I won't give you a reason to do that, Sasha, I love you too much to every hurt you again." Harry whispers in my ear before placing a soft kiss on my lips again, tying our strings, which he broke, back together.
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