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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The funeral is excruciatingly painful to sit through, even as Harry and Kristina hold onto either of my hands. Clair's family sit in front of us, her grandparents and brother crying into mountains of tissues. Tears fall down my cheeks as we sit in the cemetery, just listening to the priest talk about love and the afterlife. I hope Clair is feeling alive wherever she is, more alive than she was able to feel down here.
The priest continues to talk, his words slicing right through me. Clair is about to be lowered into the ground for an eternity, I'll never see her again down here. I squeeze Harry's hand, holding onto him as if he's a lifeline. Harry doesn't pull away, but instead, he pulls my hand up to his mouth, a stray tear falling onto my skin.
Clair's brother gives the eulogy, his words leaving everyone in tears. He struggles to get through as well, and after a while, his grandparents go up there and hold onto him as support. They're saying their last goodbyes, and they can't bear to do that alone.
We watch from afar as they lower Clair's casket into the ground, a piece of us all going with her. Clair's grandmother had insisted that we all put something in there that goes along with our friendship with her. It really was a beautiful idea, and in the end, I'm glad I was able to put a piece of us in there with her to rest.
As we're walking through the cemetery--the leaves crunching below our feet--my eyes fall onto two familiar faces. I've seen them before, probably back in Texas, but I can't exactly put my finger on who they are and where they came from. All I know is that they watched from behind some trees, far away and distant from the service.
"I'll be right back," Harry says, his hand slipping from mine. "Lily is apparently in the parking lot." I begrudgingly let him go, hoping that nothing too dramatic happens on today of all days. Kristina and I stand in the grass as we watch him walk away, just wondering why Lily would even bother showing up.
"Did he tell her yet?" Kristina asks her hand now in mine. I shake my head, knowing well enough that Lily is still wearing her engagement ring in the hopes of still being his. I'm scared that maybe Harry is having second thoughts, that maybe he's going to choose her after all the pain.
"I'm not going to make him yet, not while we're still going through this." It made sense at the time, to agree to just hold off on breaking another heart. Clair is all we can think about right now, and so I told Harry that we could wait until everything around us slowed down. I couldn't force him to break her heart if he wasn't ready, if he wasn't prepared to break Lily's heart.
I also don't deny that he did love her, that part of him still loves her, just in a different way from him and I. I also know that the thought of having to break up with Lily is beating him up inside, just knowing that soon enough he'll have to break the heart of a girl he once asked to marry.
"Are you scared he's not going to?" Kristina vocalizes my fears, a chill running down my spine at the thought of being betrayed by Harry again. He wouldn't just marry Lily out of pity, because then he'd be aware of the fact that he'd be hurting and breaking me again. Harry doesn't get the easy way out either way, and that's definitely a hard thing to try and work around.
