That which we believed

Part 96

   I prepared the suitcase, taking the most necessary things. I packed the bag with my toilets, and in my purse I put all my documents I needed.

I went down for dinner, from the stairs I felt the delicious aroma of soup. I couldn't believe my eyes. In his hand, Harry held a stirrer, and with the other, he kept the casserole dish.

-What are you doing:-I ASKED HIM.

-Cook:-You laughed.

-Well then, I'm going to wait right here: I said, sitting on the chair.

He served skillfully. Took a few glasses in his hands and a few of the apparatus.

-Is that your hidden talent:-joke.

-I'm full of surprises:-Windon me.

Minutes later, the table was lined up and very nicely decorated. Dinner was delicious.

-You liked it:-you asked, in your eyes in mine.

-A lot:-licked your lips.

-You have to try again sometime:-I laughed, but I didn't even realize what a stupid thing I did.

The look on his face.

-When you go, most likely I....

You:-I interrupted him:-You move on, you wait for the day we meet again.

I went to my room. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. My thoughts gave me no peace. I planned my life, I was repeating a mistake after an error. The indescribable headache has seized the upper part of my scalp.

It's two o'clock. We had to get up in 1 hour. I tried to sleep, but all my attempts were unsuccessful. I went down to the kitchen to fill water. Someone's missing, echoing in my ears. I ran a slow head and came across an unexpected view. Harry, standing next to the small window and staring in the distance, tears shed from his eyes.

Next to his chest, he bugged something white. I could not recognize the subject because I was about 10 meters away from it. I approached slowly, trying to keep my cover. I tense my eyesight and through from this, I learned that the white thing in his hand is my picture. A few warm tears flocked from my eyes. What exactly was happening, what exactly we were doing, why we were the ones who put the most pain.

I ran into my room and closed my eyes and left my emotions. I cried yelled, I was desperate. The sound of the alarm echoes in my ears. I hadn't slept all night. Changed and went to Harry's. He was prepared too.

-Go:-Jump.

-MHM:-I nodded.

He wiped out the tears that had not yet dried from under his eyes. We got in the car. The cold air has overwhelmed my senses. My heart was racing like crazy, the only heat I felt was that of Harry's presence.

He drove fast, for about 20 minutes we arrived. He helped me get my bags off. The mandatory verification. There's still a few minutes left to the flight. The sky was still dark, and it stood out the most beautiful stars.

We were speechless, but our eyes spoke for us. Tears ran on our cheeks. A heavy sigh left my chest.

-I will see you again:-You asked me, in your eyes in mine.

-I... do not know:-I was sincere.:-I don't know if I'm ever going to be ready to start this relationship again.

You're right:-Exhale: I have hurt you a lot:-his voice is over.

-Know that you will always remain in my heart, even one day, if the world falls apart, before my eyes, the faith that gives me hope that someday I will see you again will live forever.

I pressed my breath in his arms. A hug, an emotion, a thrill that would dominate my mind all my life.

-Goodbye:-I whispered.

I put my hand on my lips, trying to myself my cry, but I couldn't run to the plane and I borrowed my place.

It's been eight hours to landing the plane. Eight hours I cried and I was constantly encouraging myself. I'd start over, believe in dreams, caught my future....

My address and room were already well known. But I found a new convenience, at least for me..... There were stairs that started from the entrance of the building. I climbed up on them and brought my bags inside. Degizirah all my room in my style. I wanted to feel happy. The probability of success was very small, but nothing prevented me from trying and giving my best. I controlled my life, not him. I was going to do what I wanted to do. Sudden grief, subdue my heart. I knelt on the floor, bend my knees to my chest and cried. Every moment of my life was connected to the people I already lost, the only thing the only person that I felt myself was gone. Perhaps the reason for my misfortune is very simple, I did not try to find happiness. But how much longer do I have to suffer, how many more tears I have to pour to make myself feel better. It's like I have a load in my heart that will never go away. I made a cup of coffee and stared at the horizon. The sky's already been getting dark. The clouds became dark, and began to move faster. I drank small sips because I tried not to get my tongue. I took my diary by hand, and poured my emotions out there. He was the only one who understood me, never contradicted me. He took my grief and closed it deep inside. Several of my tears marked the brown paper. The view was funny. I was crying, sipping coffee and still concentrating my eyes on the diary. Whether the other girls my age had my problems, or I was the only one. I was afraid of being different. It's like if I don't follow the example of others myself, I will be the object of ridicule.........

Kept to write, kept and cry....... I barely managed to catch my breath, but whatever the situation, I had to succeed. I have compiled a plan of tasks that I had to fulfill tomorrow, compiled a list of goals and dreams that I had to realize for the rest of my life. I want, I believe, I can and will succeed. For once, I will listen to my inner voice. I will trust my heart, I will follow my impulse.

Harry's Point of view:

I drove to the mansion. That apartment didn't make sense without her.