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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4 Years Ago
Sarah's P.O.V
I walk the city streets of New York, gifts in hand as the snow falls down on me. It's Christmas Eve, a night that used to bring me so much joy but now only leaves me wondering. I know my heart is broken, but I still can't decipher as to exactly why.
I should be lucky, grateful that I have a love waiting at home for me. We have a lit tree and decorations slung everywhere, and I'm starting to wonder what else I could possibly ask for. I can't be selfish, not while I have so much in my life to be happy about.
The snow begins to pile along the curbs, cars lined up on the busy streets. People often wait for the last moment to catch a flight out, a flight to their loved ones. Businessmen and women rush by me, just hoping to catch the last flight home before it's too late. Their job had kept them too late, later than any other normal night.
There is one last place I need to stop before going home for the night, before going to spend a lonely Christmas. I hurry past the crowds, hoping to make it to the place before they close. The last thing I need is in that store, and I never anticipated that it'd take this long to go shopping around.
My shoulders and bags nudge into people as I pass them by, some of the cranky New Yorkers swearing at me. They think I can't hear them above the city clatter, but in fact, it's all I can hear. Their harsh words bite into me, the sound of them colder than the actual snowstorm around us right now.
I still manage to push through the crowds and--thankfully--make it to the store with enough time to spare. It's pretty busy inside of the store, people running around with gifts in hand. They don't want to lose whatever they've snatched up, because now once it's gone it's gone.
Navigating my way through the store, I begin to wonder if the gift that I want to get is even here anymore. It could be long gone, wrapped away underneath someone else's tree. I know it'll break Corey's heart if he doesn't get it, and I definitely know he'll make me feel awful for not getting it. That's the game he plays, but I've learned to not let it bother me. He treats me well enough. I'm grateful to at least have his love.
I rummage around the aisles, my eyes searching for exactly what I need. Corey specifically said that he wanted this blazer, that he wanted it more than anything else in this world. He'd said that it would be perfect for a job interview in the future, that if I didn't get it for him then I'd be costing him a future opportunity. That had been enough to tip me over the edge with guilt.
My hands pull back every jacket and blazer, just looking at them to see if any of them are exactly what Corey requested. Maybe I can get away with getting him a similar one, that maybe he won't notice and love me anyway. Deep down I know that's not the case, and even if he sees a thread out of place he'll find ways to blame it on me.
