Harry's POV
I'm ushered into the waiting room by my friends and nurses. I shrug off all the attempts they make at speaking toward me and just sit in my seat in this dreadful waiting room.
Maddie can't die! Right? She's a vampire. None of this makes sense. I guess it does. But does it? No. It doesn't. Yes it does! God Dan** Harry! You heard the doctors! It is possible, in so many impossible ways. Maddie shouldn't be pregnant. Yet she is, with a perfect explanation behind it. So possible, yet impossible. Believable and unbelievable.
God, I swear I belong in a mental institution. A room with padded walls and simple finger food so I supposedly can't hurt myself with 'sharp objects.' If Maddie heard me right now, she'd laugh at how crazy I'm being.
Maddie. I love her so much, but hate her, too, For what she's putting me through. I hate what she does to me. How I can't stay mad at her. How she becomes embarrassed around me. How she stands up to me. And yet, I love her for those reasons, too.
Look at her! Look at how much she has had to grow up since that day we 'adopted' her. I hate myself for dragging her through this. But I love how she stays by my side anyways. She's so strong and independent. She doesn't need anybody to help her, or so she says. The most vulnerability she's ever shown to me is right now. And even now, she manages to make everyone think that she doesn't need anyone.
And when she's flustered, she's so adorable. It's so amusing to watch her fumble. She's so da** cute.
The way that she try's to make everyone happy is amazing. Everyone else is put first.
I love Madiline, with my whole heart, muscle and bone in my body. I love her more and more each and every day. With every single breath I take and move I make, I love her more. When somebody says they would do anything for somebody, they're most likely bluffing. Me? I mean it with my whole body. Anything and everything. I would die a million times if I could make Maddie's pain go away.
Seeing Maddie like this kills me. But I know that she is strong enough to break out of this cage she's been trapped in. She will push through. I don't know how I know it, but she will. She just will.
For those who say we are too young to understand love, you know what? No. You just don't understand our love. As well as you shouldn't. It is ours. Not yours or anyone else's. I don't expect you to understand, either. Nobody should understand it except us. Our love story is one of many out there, and like all true love story's, you don't know the truth behind it. A story about love can be written and acted out, but it can never be truly expressed through words. You'll only understand when you've found love. And even then, you only understand your love story.
