Devotion [h.s]

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this gif of damon stepping in front of elena in protection is so powerful to me and perfectly describes harry to amelia

11:46am

Amelia Adams

Today my skies are dark, the grass is dead and the birds lost their voices to sing.

For all this time I awoke from comatose, I thought I was trying to heal. I thought that day by day I was learning how to recover from trauma, but I was wrong. I was just breaking myself even more.

Because I let myself fall madly in love with Harry, so quickly.

And as much as loving his soul felt like the most fragrant breath of ravish fresh air, I knew it was just going to hurt me in the end. I pranced past ever stop sign, every flashing red light, and every obstacle that was in the way; because at the end of the line I saw him standing there with open arms.

But in the end, I rather say that I loved him too much rather then not at all. And I really love him, no matter how hard I tried to not accept it.

We spent the morning in bed, bodies tangled together and cherishing the moment of getting to hold one another. I cried a lot, I haven't stopped since really. He didn't need to say anything when I was crying, I just wanted him with me.

We've been attached to the hip all morning, to the point where we showered together. It was nice. He held me too him as we stood under the warm water like it was a protective shield to the rest of the world. His warm wet body wrapped around mine was a feeling I wanted permanently engrave into my brain. I felt lucky to get to spend that quiet time with him in the shower, I didn't deserve to get to hold onto his tall broad body for nearly an hour under the warm water.

When Briar woke up, he brought her into the bedroom and we laid with her for a bit too. The poor girl had a large smile on her face like she had no idea what was coming. The purity in her eyes made me feel good and rotten at the same time, because I knew after today she may never hold that same twinkle for a while.

When we went to have breakfast, he got her to stand on her feet again. He stood behind her holding her hands above her head and guiding her to walk to the kitchen with just the little support of his two fingers. Her giggles filled the house, almost making me forget for a second what today was. When I watched him walk behind her in just his track pants and his head hung down over her with the biggest smile, it made my heart ache.

When we ate, I wasn't hungry and Harry only had a banana he gave half of to Briar to have on the side with her oatmeal. I tried to hold myself together while watching them have breakfast together one last time, but eventually I turned my back away and went to the fridge to hide my silent cries really quick. I didn't want to take his attention away from her so I pretending I was looking for something on the cold shelves.