seeing the sun//h.s.

03

august 20th . 9:36 p.m.

"hazza," louis rolls over to face the desk that i'm sitting at. "you have to get in bed."

he's squinting his eyes since the light is bright and he's half asleep.

"i will in a minute, i just have to find something." i pull open the drawers and move the contents inside them around, before closing them again.

"are you looking for the pictures of her?" louis asks and i stop moving.

"what?" i ask, closing the drawer that i was previously going through.

"maryah." he sits up. "the pictures of maryah."

i don't want to lie to him, but i don't want him to know i'm still attached to her.

"yeah." i whisper, shifting my eyes to look down at the ground.

"they're in the closet. you put them on the too shelf after we visited her grave." he rolls over and i stare at his back.

he doesn't seem upset. he also doesn't seem fine. he seems numb.

"thank you..."

i stand up from the desk and walk over to the closet. i grab the box and open it to see countless pictures of maryah.

the pictures are so full of life that anyone would think she's still alive.

"i'm still here. don't give up on me." a voice whispers and i quickly turn around to see that louis is fast asleep.

maybe i'm hallucinating. i need sleep. i can look through these tomorrow.

•••

"harold. wake up." louis' voice is stern...angry.

i slowly lift my head up to see him holding a box. i blink myself into reality and notice him crying.

"who is this?" he asks, showing me a picture of a girl.

"i don't know..?" i rub my eye and he shakes his head.

"don't fucking lie to me." he raises his voice, throwing the box at me.

i pick up one of the pictures and notice it's a picture of me, madison, and another girl in it.

"lou i really don't know who tha-" i shake my head but he holds his hand up to me, walking over to the closet.

he puts on his shoes and a jacket before grabbing the car keys.

"where are you-" i begin to ask where he's going as i climb out of bed when he interrupts me.

"out." he slams the door and i feel the house shake. a few moments later, i hear the car start outside and drive away.

i look back down at the pictures and realize something, i can ask madison.

i put all of the pictures back into the box and close it before getting dressed and running out to the car.

i get into the car and put the box into the passenger seat before driving to madison's house.

"madison!" i yell as i run up to her front door. i beat on it as loud as possible and she opens it quickly.

"what?" she laughs and i walk into her house with out asking.

"i need you to tell me who this is because i can't remember." i open the box and dump it onto the countertop.

she walks over and looks through them as i watch her face. she looks confused and shakes her head.

"i don't know. are we friends with her?" she asks, looking up at me and i shrug.

"that's the thing, i don't know. i can't remember her name, age, or even where these pictures were taken." i begin to tear up. "i think louis is assuming i cheated with her."

"oh no baby..." she shakes her head and pulls me into a hug. "come here. it's okay."

"i just don't know what i could do." i pull away and she lights up.

"follow me." she runs up the stairs and i follow her into her bedroom. she pulls a huge box out of her closet and opens it to reveal lots of pictures and other things. "is this her?"

she hands me a picture from a few years ago and i nod.

"the back says our names. i guess she was friends with me at one point. take that to darla and she should help you figure out who it is." she refers to a woman that helps us with our soulmate issues but also specializes in spirits and witch type of stuff.

"that's a good idea."

•••

"harry, why are you here?" darla smiles softly as i walk into her store with the box of pictures.

"i need your help." i whisper, pulling the box closer to my body.

"anything darling, what is it?" she asks, walking behind a curtain as i follow. we sit across from each other on the floor and i slide the box over to her.

"who is the girl in the photos?" i ask as she opens the box, pulling the pictures out and spreading them across the table. "i don't remember her at all but i'm in most of the pictures with her."

she gently picks up one of the photos, shrugging.

"maybe she's- oh my..." she drops the photo and shakes her head. "that's not possible."

she begins shaking her head, quickly shoving the photos back into the box and handing it to me.

"darla, what's wrong?" i ask and she shakes her head.

"that's dark magic. that girl was dead and now she's not. you need to find her before she fades away from those pictures." she stands up as i do the same.

"how do i find her?" i ask and she closes her eyes.

"go out tonight, she'll find you." she opens her eyes again and makes me leave the store.

"how do i know that it's her-" i begin to ask when she shakes her head.

"you just will. trust your gut."

she pushes me out onto the sidewalk before locking the door behind me. darla never gets that shaken up. i look down at the box of pictures and sigh.

"alright mystery girl, time to find you."