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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She didn't make it. That had been the first thing Clair's boyfriend said to us when we got there. His eyes were stained red, tears covering his cheeks. Kristina held onto me in that moment, the both of us trying to wrap our heads around it. Clair had been okay when I saw her, at least to me she had been. It's the true meaning of not having any idea, of not knowing anything that someone could be going through.
Lily couldn't believe that Harry was leaving, that he was coming with Liam, Kristina, and I. She stayed back, her excuse being that she'd have to tell everyone here something. It almost made me sick right on the spot, how she could've been so bitter when Harry needed her. She had held his hand for his mother, but for a friend she didn't even bother looking his way.
I just wanted to know what happened, wanted to hear the full story. Clair's boyfriend would only tell us the bare minimum, the sugar coated stuff. He told us that when she didn't show up for lunch he was worried, and then he went home and found her. He found her when it was too late, and now he's banging his head against the wall blaming himself.
We didn't tell any of the guys, especially not Louis, about this. It would've killed him to hear it, to know that he'll never see an ending with Clair. I think they both wanted it in the end, both suspected it'd be them in the end. But now it can't be, because Clair isn't here to accept his love anymore.
Clair's grandparents are on their way, her brother too far away at college to make it today. He's getting the next plane out though, a plane that'll just be bringing him home to tragedy. Last time I saw him, the same thing was happening. Back then Clair had a chance, but now she can't even fight for her last breath.
Kristina, Liam, Harry, and I are sitting in the waiting room, just hopelessly waiting to wake up from a nightmare that feels unreal. It feels as though we can't even grasp it yet, we can't even believe that one of us is gone. I'm trying to control my breathing, but my heart is breaking in my chest. I'll never see my best friend again.
Harry holds onto my hand, the both of us holding on so tightly in fear that another one of us will slip away in the blink of an eye. Kristina and Liam are looking around the room with sore eyes, the four of us with tears rolling down our cheeks.
The emergency room is loud--I know it--but I can only seem to hear Clair's voice. It's something I hold onto, something I force myself to remember in this moment. If I don't memorize it now then I'll forget it forever. That shakes me right to my core, thinking one day that I could ever forget her.
If I had known that I'd be seeing her for the last time just a few weeks ago, then I would've made sure to have smiled with her at every store. I would've indulged in her shopping, would take back every snarky comment I'd said. But we don't get that luxury, we don't get to know our last moments and last words with each other. It teaches us to be kind at all times; to always be attentive.
"I'm going to get some water. Do you want anything?" Harry asks, his hand still squeezing mine. I want to get with him, just be around him through all of this. Kristina and Liam are wrapped within each other next to us, and I just feel as though I can't consider myself a part of that anymore.
