Goodbye Henry

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Joy had been fostered for quite a few years. She had been treated like their own, and was even there when they had their own baby. They didn't treat her differently or less, they acted like the children were biological siblings.

I was glad joy and Henry had got such amazing Foster parents quickly and they needed people like that after what happened. Joy and her neuroblastoma hadn't made things easier on Henry.

Her Forster parents helped whenever they could and took her to regular hospital visits, they weren't giving up on her now.

I couldn't of been happier for joy when they adopted her. She had been living with them for so long and got along with their own daughter perfectly. Although she was only around 1 she still played with her.

Henry would of been happy too, although he was more reserved about the idea of having new parents. He loved his so much and didn't want life without them but he knew what would of been best for joy.

—2 weeks later—

Harry stood with tear filled eyes by my front door. I stood opposite in the hallway.

"Harry..." I said with struggle.

"Lu. I'm doing what I should of done sooner. I'm sorry." He let a tear fall before quickly wiping it away.

"Sooner?" I said astounded and hurt "you've been feeling this for a while?" I said with even more tears falling down my face.

His soft chocolate eyes remained on me "yes..." It felt like a million daggers just hit me "I'm so sorry, but if you want to continue this Henry thing." He sighed and brushed his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah?" I pushed him to continue.

"Then you have to do it without me" he said with almost as much struggle as me.

"I can't do it without you. I can't be alone again Harry" I spoke without taking my eyes of him.

"If your so afraid of being alone you should of prioritised keeping me closer. Henry's dead. He's not coming back so it's me" he paused once again "or no one" those words stung more than the previous one. I hated anyone else saying Henry was gone. I didn't want to be told that I wanted to realise it.

I sighed with no response.

"This is one of the hardest thing to do because I think some part of me will love you for a long time. I think it's time I let you go and you Figure out this Henry thing, I just don't think your ready for a relationship" he slid his backpack over his shoulder.

"It's the worst thing though." I followed his gaze to the floor and continued "how you said you'd always be there for me, yet your leaving..." I wiped away the tears this time.

He shifted awkwardly.

"It's the best thing to do. I love you too much to see you in pain, so you have to do it without me" I saw the break in his face. I didn't want to see him in pain either so I broke my gaze.

"If that's what you believe then I can't stand in the way of that" I paused long enough for him to turn to the door "but thank you for making my life happy for the time that you did"
I added quickly and he smiled quickly before leaving.

Harry Trent left my life and all I had left was myself. I had to find Henry and find the truth. Henry Rogers isn't dead. He couldn't be.

—next day—

I wandered over to joys house. I couldn't sit inside all weekend and I had cried all after noon and night yesterday. I needed a break.

I had to do something which didn't involve Harry or Henry. Today anyway.

"Hey sweetie" I said as cheerfully as possible.

"Hiya Lucy" the sweet voice called to me.

"How ya doing little one?" I crouched in front of her wheelchair to be eye level.

"I'm very good" she giggled

"Oh? And why's that" I teased. Still trying to sound happy and okay.

"There's a surprise for you" she giggled once more

"A surprise ay?" I stroked her arm

"Yes!!" She shifted and pointed behind me "go round the corner." She laughed

"Why?" I laughed with confusion

"Just do it" she huffed and pushed me up "go go go"

I stood up and wandered slowly to where she pointed in amusement and confusion.

I heard her sweet laugh once more and it soon fade.

I carefully made my way around the corner expecting nothing but I didn't expect what I actually saw.

I recognised him instantly. The layered brown hair and emerald green eyes. Henry Rogers.

He stood there so casual. It couldn't be real. My heart leaped believing he was real but he couldn't be...

I slowly stepped closer trying to examine the figure looking remarkable like Henry.

He moved from his pose to step closer.

No freaking way.