Sofia Anne Willington passed away on March 1st, 2014. A Saturday and the first day of spring. It is now Wednesday, March 5th. Sofia’s 18th birthday or otherwise known as her funeral day, Harry often found himself wondering if it was a cruel irony joke to place such a tragic event over someone’s death on a day specifically to celebrate the day they entered the world.
He was invited to the ceremony but there was no way he could face the outside world. The last time he left his room was when he visited Sofia and that ended up as bad as he thought it would. He looked out his window at the many cars lined against the curb down the street near Sofia’s house. People gathered in a circle in front of the two-story, blue colonial home, their heads bent down. Possibly in prayer.
“Knock, knock,” a familiar voice filled the room and Harry turned seeing Louis and Demi smiling at him. Harry just blankly stared at them, not a word slipped from his lips.
“Okay.” Lous was the first to walk in. “Harry we came to check on you. See how you were holding up.”
“I just want to be left alone.” Harry swayed them off and faced the window again.
“Sometimes being alone is not the best thing to do,” Demi encouraged. She stepped into the room and carefully shut the door.
Harry sighed, sat on the corner of his bed, and kept his eyes on the dark lines of the wooden floor. “Seems like it was.”
Louis sat next to his depressing friend and lifted his arm over Harry’s shoulders. “Listen. Me and Dem are going to go see The Amazing Spiderman 2 if you care to join us. We are leaving in an hour. If you do want to go just swing by my house.”
Harry did not answer him, even after they had left. He watched as they entered Louis’s car and sped off. Did they really think he would leave his room for some movie? Not when everything inside of him just felt off. He made his way over to his floor mirror. His eyebrows furrowed in anger and one hand clenched into a fist. “Why the fuck would I want to go anywhere?” He yelled. His fist launched into the mirror, glass shards fell around his feet, and his bloody hand released its angry grip. Only the left side of his face appeared in the reflection. “I feel dark…almost…,” he glanced at his reflection, “…cryptic.”
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Cryptic
Fanfic"You know. You are still as beautiful as I remembered you," he said. Breaking the silence. "And you are still as charming as I remembered you," she said back in a sweet voice. His smile dropped and a tear trailed down his cheek. "Will you always...r...
