Broken Beyond Repair

Chapter Thirty Three

I'm sorry Harry, I say to myself. Never was it my intention to hurt him. I feel sick, sick of living, sick of myself. I'm so sick of hurting people, but the more I continue, I'm just hurting myself.

I must get better.

But what if you still don't get better? You said so yourself you're impossible to fix.

The voices are taunting me, they're probably right. I'll probably never get better, I'll be trapped in my broken soul. But I need to try.

Harry finally stands up his cheeks soaked and snot is dripping from his nose. He sniffles, wiping his nose and I bring my hand to his cheek to clear his tears. He holds his hand over mine to his cheek and I want to bawl my eyes out some more.

"Well," he says weakly, "we might as well not waste our last moments together, sit on the couch, I'll get a movie."

I nod and sit on the couch numbly. Harry returns with the movie PS I Love You and I want to hit myself on the face.

"Harry," I whine. This movie makes me cry every time.

He gives me an innocent look and I give him a peck on the kiss.

We're half way into the movie where Holly is on the karaoke stage seducing Jerry. I'm laughing but I know what's going to happen.

"You should try that," Harry suggests flirtatiously while wiggling his eyebrows. I giggle at the thought.

"Yeah, I'd rather not break my nose," I tease, snuggling into his side.

"I'm really going to miss you Joyce," Harry says randomly and I flinch. He sounds so hurt and it's affecting my heart.

"I won't be gone forever," I say but Harry knows it might be a long time.

He looks down at his hands and I see tears swell in his eyes, I lift his face up and whisper, "lets not think about it, okay?" He nods timidly and I bring my lips to his.

The kiss is full of passion and heartbreak. Full of longing and love and he deepens it. We pull away breathless, the credits are rolling in the movie.

"C'mon," Harry says looking away. "Lets get to bed." I nod sighing, and follow him.

He pulls me a pair of clothes to change in of his and I smile gratefully entering the bathroom. I find an extra tooth brush and get ready.

When I exit Harry begins to pull the layers of blankets back so I can snuggle in. Once I'm secured he joins and the bed sinks. He covers us wrapping us tightly in a blanket cocoon. I snuggle into his chest as he wraps his arms around me.

"Goodnight darling." Harry pecks my lips.

"Goodnight Harry," I say tiredly.

After a second of silence I say, "oh and Harry?"

He burrows into my neck, exhaustedly. "Mhm?" He mumbles.

"PS," I whisper, "I love you."

~:HARRYS POV:~

There's an empty feeling next to me. Probably because Joyce isn't next to me.

Joyce isn't here.

Instantly I sit up in a panic. I look around me, the clothes I let her borrow last night are neatly folded at the end of my bed. My heart sinks to the bottom of my chest.

"She left without saying goodbye," I whisper to myself, feeling absolutely devastated.

I look beside me noticing that it's noon. Why didn't she wake me up? Why am I so heartbroken? She was going to leave me sooner or later.

Because you love her. My subconscious adds.

I can't believe I didn't wake up. Joyce of all people doesn't want to be a burden so instead of waking me she let me sleep in peace, peace because I thought she was next to me.

I quickly get up and run to the kitchen, perhaps she left a note.

I'm greeted by the beautiful sight of my darling, Joyce. My breath hitches and I feel tears prickling my eyes. I hug her immediately from behind.

"Baby," I whisper in her ear, all my previous anxiety and anger suddenly gone. "I thought you were leaving." I hug her shoulders tighter.

"What do you want me to go?" She asks, I can sense her teasing tone.

"No," I growl, "never." I begin to kiss her neck since her lips aren't in my reach. She giggles causing me to smile on her neck.

"I thought you were gone," I say softly as she turns to face me. She kisses the frown right off my face.

"I'm sorry," she says sincerely, her eyes are glossy.

When I was younger, the girl of my dreams would be a bleached beautiful model, with barely any flaws and a rocking hot body.

Today, here I am with the girl of my dreams. Someone who isn't a model but someone even better. She's someone who looks at the world differently, and helps me stay sane. She's an angel who lives in a cruel world, that I managed to save.

I'm completely in love.

"I love you Harry," Joyce says and I cuddle into her neck, holding her tightly.

She's perfectly imperfect and I wouldn't change a thing.

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aw shit

Short chapter. My apologizes.

Well I'm off to find a cure to hunger, seeya. (Food)

Keep fighting <3

Sharkisha Grace