Broken Charms

I Will Crumble

“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”

― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Astrid

“Do you think Harry would come and visit you again?” Stella said at the end of the class.

“Well, I don’t know. He has to prepare for tonight.” I replied.

“Is Harry your boyfriend, Mrs. Williams?” she asked and I almost choked on the water I was drinking.

“Well, he was once, yes.” I answered honestly.

“And why isn’t he now?” she continued. I smiled at her innocence.

“Well, I did some bad things and he doesn’t want to see me again.” Even though I was the one who pushed him away.

“My mummy used to say that when you say you’re sorry everything would be alright. Do you tell him that you are sorry?” she asked. That was definitely the weirdest conversion I had with a child.

“No, Stella, I didn’t.”

“Maybe you should. I’m sure he will say that he loves and he wants to be your boyfriend again.” She replied without missing a beat.

“Well, it’s too late now.  I don’t know where he is to tell him.”  Even though I knew exactly where he was.

“He will find you. My mummy always said that the people who loved you would always find a way to come back to you. He will come, Mrs. Williams. Don’t worry.” She comforted me.

“Maybe.” I said, not sure if he would actually want to find me. Stella left and I tied up the class room, picking up my books and heading to my office. I stayed there for a while thinking. People who love you will always find a way to come back to you. He had come back to me. He loved me and I pushed him away.

 

Harry

Maybe Astrid wasn’t going to come tonight. Why would she anyway? According to her, we were over. I had to accept that and move on. There was no other way this was going to end. I was going to hurt much more if I continued to believe that she might love me back when she clearly didn’t want to.  But heart wanted what the heart wanted and mine wanted Astrid with everything I was. She was the one for me. For the moment I met I somehow I knew that I was going to love her forever.

“So, Harry, there are some rumors concerning your relationship status. Do you want to elaborate on that?” a young journalist asked at our press conference.

“Mrs. Style would not be asking any…” Our spokesperson started to intervene when I realized that question was the opportunity I needed to clear the air about Astrid.

“No, it’s okay. I’d like to answer her question.” I said to our spokesperson who threw daggers at me with his eyes and then I looked at the journalist.

“Well, yes. Almost a year ago, I met a very beautiful talented girl. Her name is Astrid and we date for almost five months when something terrible happened and I left her believing that it would the best for both of us. But it wasn’t. I hurt her and I still wander if she could ever forgive me.  I hope she can. The show tonight would be dedicated to her simply to say how much I love her. Everything else is a rumor. Elena worked as a dancer to our tour and tried to follow me around trying to use some of the publicity I was getting to her advantage. She was nothing more than that. The only person I dated was Astrid. She is the only girl I love, the only one for me.” I said and everyone fell silent. That was the last question in that press conference. As we stood up to leave, the crowd erupted into questions and shouts that were left answered.