Untaken Chances (Currently undergoing a Re-Write)

Breaking

       It was March of the next year when Harry finally got over her and find someone new. He was a gentleman and waited until the divorce was final before he even started dating. It was a slow divorce. Contrary to the belief of most people, she wanted nothing. He offered to give her money, but she declined. She declined everything. I thought it was because she wanted nothing that tied her to him- but I soon learned there was another reason.

         He's now with a blonde chick with huge boobs named Charolette who's 6 years older then him. He met her at some bar in Germany. They've been inseperable ever since.  And guess what, he says he's in love. It was like he'd completely forgotten about the beautiful girl with the chocolate brown eyes. At least it seemed like it. Over the previous seven months he would blindly stare off into space, with a sort of sadness and regret in his eyes. I knew he still thought about her. He did seem like he was moved on, but it's hard to forget about the memories with her. They haunt you. None of us had talken about her or to her since she left- they had kept the divorce low key, so only their lawyers made contact. I wanted to talk to her so bad, but I was afraid of what Harry might do or say. I hadn't wanted to hurt him more then she did. But I had to see her. I was breaking with her gone.

      So that day I took a plane to New York, and from there I took a cab to her college in Connecticut- Yale I believe it was called. I can't remember. I was more focused on her than anything else. I had tried to blend in on the campus the best I could. Or at least hide. I wore a hat that covered most of my hair and I wore sunglasses and a black hoodie. I tried to not talk as much as possible. Honestly, I wouldn't care if I got noticed. I had just needed to see her and see if she still felt the same, or if she ever even did.  I had gone to the housing office, to see if they could tell me where her dorm was. They had given me directions and I had ran to the other side of the campus looking for her dorm building. When I found it, I had raced up 4 flights and ran down a corridor counting down the doors in my head 18, 19, 20, 21, 22. And there it was. Her door. It had a white board on it that was decorated with her name and her roomates.  There were stickers covering it.  Music was blaring on the other side. I took a deep breathe, trying to calm down my breathing, and knocked on the door. I heard rustling on the other side and the music stopped. I heard soft, graceful footsteps edging closer to the door and it slowly creaked open to reveal girlish figure wearing a dark orange striped top, dark jeans, and  Daffy duck slippers was standing in the door way. It wasn't her. This girl had big green eyes like antifreeze,  freckles everywhere and curly strawberry blond hair. Dissapointment had rolled through my body. Once again, I couldn't breather. I wanted to see her more than anything. Every bone in my body ached.

          "Uh, can I help you?" the girl had said in a sort of rude tone. I had assumed that I'd interrupted a loud study session.

         "Sorry to bother you. I was just looking for your room mate. Do you know where I can find her? It's important." I remember asking. The girl had stared at me, both recogniton and sadness appearing on her face.

         "I'm guessing you were never told." She had said slowly, trying to be careful of her words.

        "Told what.."  I had replied though somehow I felt like I had already knew. My bones began to ache even more. I could feel myself growing weaker.

       "The girl your looking for, she died about a month ago-"  and before the she could finish, I had fallen to the grown. My eyes rolled into my head as I hit the ground. I had never known what it was like to black out- it was not something I ever anticipated doing again.