The ending of Sarah and Harry's story, will they or won't they?
It has been five years since Harry and Sarah have seen each other. Sarah is now 29 and she is happily living in New York and pursuing her career. Harry is now 30 and he is living in Ho...
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Harry and I finally part after a while of holding onto each other, my head leaning on his shoulder as I get all of my tears out. I feel bad about his suit jacket, the expensive one that my tears just soaked through and ruined. I wonder what he's thinking, if he pity's me or just wants to try and fix me.
We both lean against the closed door, our shoulders touching, our bodies touching. It feels weird, being this close to him when we've just spent the past five years purposefully avoiding each other. It feels like he wants to be close, like maybe he doesn't hate me at all.
He knows the truth now, knows that I never cheated on him. I know now too, know what I should've known then. I should've never believed that he cared about me--that what he did wasn't love--that he wasn't the one that ruined everything I've ever loved.
"I'm going to kill him tonight after work." I look over at Harry, a smile on my face from what he just said. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to see Harry punch Corey in his smug face, but I also don't want Harry getting mixed up in all of this.
"No you're not." I place my hand on Harry's, his eyes meeting mine instantly when I touch his hand. A soft curl is flopped over his forehead, the urge to just reach up and brush it away growing stronger as each second passes. I want to look at him for as long as possible--or at least until I just can't get enough.
"You're right, I'm not. But I want to." Harry smiles back, the first smile he's possibly ever given me in five years. I missed seeing his pink lips twitch up into a smile, a whole-hearted smile that just drives me crazy. His face has matured over the years, but all of his features are just more prominent because of it.
We sit in silence, both of us just studying each other's grown up faces. Harry's thirty; I'm twenty-nine. We're adults now, adults that have been through hell and back. It's weird trying to remember us as just teens, as just merely twenty year olds attending afternoon college classes.
But in a strange way, I do just want to remember us like that--like the two young adults that didn't know what was going to happen between them yet. I want to still feel clueless--a stranger to this love story--as if I still haven't ready it.
"I miss you." I finally say, feeling stupid immediately afterward. Harry rubs my knuckle with his thumb, the feeling making me all warm and fuzzy for a man that isn't mine. Is it wrong that I want him to still be mine, even after all of this? He's home for me, the place I feel safest when I need shelter. Maybe it would be wrong if I didn't miss and love him.
"I'm right here." Harry squeezes my hand, the feeling of him being close just making me feel safe all over. I feel as though Corey can't get to me, can't get to me while I'm so protected and guarded. I'm with someone I trust more than anyone, someone I'd give my life for.
"I know you are, but I still miss you." I really wanted to tell him that I've missed his these five years, the years that were full of fake smiles and radio silence. I missed getting his late night texts, the ones where he couldn't fall asleep and just begged me to stay up until sunrise with him. I'd still stay up and be exhausted the next day if it meant I could have him all over again.
