Illusion

7

I had fallen for Harry.
Everything about him.

There wasn't a day that passed where I didn't reassure Harry how wonderful he was.

And he was really. So kind and caring. He had a tender heart and was the most loveable person that has ever walked this earth.
It was no surprise that I ended up falling for him.

He was a friend to me in dark times.
He was a friend to me after I spilled my past to him. Sobbing on the phone about my fathers abuse. Crying out, screaming in pain to him. The times I had been homeless and lived in hotels. How my mom worked herself to near death to make sure I had everything I needed. But he didn't care, he accepted it all and finally made me feel... Like I was something.
Not just another face in the crowd.
He checked up on me daily and wanted to learn and know about my condition.
He finally understood why I missed so much school and why I got sick so easily. But he didn't care. He was still a friend.

Harry had also been through dark times. He slipped into a deep depression after realizing the crowd he was with really didn't care about him. He told no one. He kept it hidden. He felt so alone. He felt pressured to be someone he wasn't and put on the persona just to get by.
He explained to me how much he truly was thankful for our director bribing him with bonus points.
He wanted to badly to fit into the group.
And he did.
He was accepted and loved unconditionally.
He was happy.

But that happiness sadly wasn't the whole story for Harry. Day by day he kept himself in a relationship that only brought him down right after he had been brought up. He tried so hard to please her. But nothing he did seemed to be good enough.

But I wouldn't get involved. It wasn't my place. I loved him but he was my friend and nothing more.
Besides, he was about to go off to college.
And as for me, I am so easily forgettable.