Prologue
Brooke's POV
I was trying so hard to forget. About Harry, the summer, and what I no longer had. I kept my grades up in school and they were good enough to land me a spot at Cornell University.
Over the past five years Harry only sent me a total of 9 messages. Most of them consisted of, "How's your day going? Been busy at work talk later. I miss you. I can't wait to see you soon." But he never came to visit and never called. I never responded one time. I had seen the news report about him and his new girlfriend. I knew I shouldn't believe those shows, but it was nearly impossible not to. I had asked him whether or not they were going out and he totally denied he had even kissed her. At that point I gave up.
I had seen so many pictures of them together, holding hands, kissing, eating, drinking.... I was done. I couldn't wait any longer I had to get on with my life. His very last text to me was this, "Brooke, I know what this must seem like. It seems like I was playing you. That I didn't care about you at all or that you were just a distraction for the summer. But in all honesty I really did love you. I had never felt that way about anyone before. When I had to leave you I was heartbroken, I had never felt this way before. I promise there is nothing going on between me and the girl you saw in those pictures. I hope to see you soon so that I can explain myself to you. I miss you. Love always, Harry." That text was the thing that sent me over the edge.
I went into a state of depression for a while, I would watch sad movies because it would give me an excuse to cry and eat bad foods. But I had a future planned out for myself. I stopped watching those movies and eating those foods. I applied to Cornell University and I got in. I planned to get over Harry in the easiest way possible. I had to get a boyfriend. It wasn't too hard to find someone that was nice and a polar opposite of Harry. His name was Mark. He had golden hair, clear blue eyes, and perfect pink lips. He was very tall and muscular and he played for the university's football team. He was a perfect distraction for a little bit. But one day when we were in the movies and he kissed me, it brought me back to thinking about Harry.
Everything we did reminded me of Harry. I couldn't take it much longer so I broke up with him. I continued keeping up my perfect average in college and tried to make friends, but to no avail. I was a friendless nerd in college without a boyfriend. You couldn't get any lower then that. Even my roommate hated me.
I spent most of my days watching E! News and keeping watch on things. I didn't really have that much communication with people, but the other day I ran into Mark. It was pretty awkward because he had obviously moved on from me because another girl was clinging onto his arm. I was starting to miss the times when I would cling onto Harry's arm, savoring every last day I had with him.
Even though the whole time I was being played, at least I was happy. At least I had someone who cared about me and loved me unconditionally. I looked forward t seeing his smiling face everyday. But what do I have now. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
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