Hunted by the past.

Let her go

Harold's POV:

Today is the day. Lady is going to Ireland along with Sophia. Every minute is counted, every minute gets me closer to the edge of my marriage. Today, Lady will find out everything about Cody, my relationship with Sophia before we got married,everything will start falling apart, and I won't give Sophia the credit for it. I won't let Lady slip away from me like she was these all years, because I got to know Lady for a few days and get to close to her, I got a taste of something I didn't feel for my entire life, and I won't let this go away. I won't let her go away.

"Harold?" I turn around to find a Lady, standing in the door of my office, waiting for me to say goodbye. I don't want to say goodbye. "Sophia is waiting outside and I though that I can't go without saying goodbye. I'll see you soon." and she gets close to me, and holds me. I hold her too tight like she is going to vanish any moment I let go of her, but she didn't mind, even when I squeeze the hem of her leather jacket, she hold on me.

Seconds later, we are interrupted by an impatient Sophia waiting at the door, clicking her heels around the wooden floor. Lady disappears into the hall when Sophia comes closer saying her goodbye with a her cocky smile.

"Don't think that you had won, Sophie" I say and she turns when she was about to leave.

"Oh! Please Harry!" and she throws her hands in the air, "can't you see that Lady is going forever? Today by far, she will know everything. Maybe she won't be back to the states."

"But would you tell her about what we had? Don't you think she will be so pissed of you? She won't be back for you, neither". A frown takes off her ambitious smile, I know now she won't tell her everything. "If you tell her about Cody, I will tell her what we had."

"Are you that desperate, Harry?"

"I have nothing left to care about. Not even you" i can feel that she feels hurt. What did she think? That after Lady will leave me I will be back to her? "Our story had finished years ago, Sophia. Move on!" and I walk past her. Far away, I hear her clicks fading and a door slammed. I'm going to England, to do anything it will take to not lose her again. 

My pilote is waiting for me in the private plan of the company to take me to England; I won't risk going to the airport and meet them, I told them I'm going for work, not meeting her dead ex-boyfriend and convincing him to leave her alone. It was a good idea to take the mysterious box that her doctor gave me days ago when she was still in the hospital. In the plan, I open the box. It held a lot of pictures of her and a bunch of friend. I recognize Nathan's face on some of them. There's some pictures of her with a guy, a tall one with a skinny face and dark hair, his hand on her waist, and she's smiling so widely.  There's a lot and it hurts me to see her happy with someone else. She will be like this again if I didn't move faster. Deep in the box, I see a book, with a leather cover. I guess it's her dairy, or was her dairy because the last date marked on the last page was two years ago. I have to find an address, a clue to where I can find Cody. I see through the pages some other pictures of Cody, on of them is titled "The boy from Bradford who stole my heart". Now I know he's from Bradford, but where exactly. I keep flipping through the pages and nothing, just a bunch of pictures. Furiously, I throw it across the little cabin. I search again in the box and find a letter. A letter. Great. A letter can have an address. 5 Smith Ln, Bradford. Yes! Finally, something useful in this useless box. I get up to gather the pictures around the floor and reach for the dairy. I think I might use this one to know her better. I put it in my bag but before, maybe because I'm curious to know them both or I'm just trying to entertain myself and keep myself busy for the next nine hours. I start with the first page.

"Sitting next to Cody, laying unconsciously on his bed, I started feeling bored. I find an empty book in his closet and without even asking for his permission to use it, I start to write. It's been three weeks since Cody had told me about the cancer thing. It's eating him and I feel so powerless to help him. All i can do is be with him whenever he has to go to do the chemo, and trust me, it's the most evil thing I have ever seen. The first days when I came back with him from his first sessions, I couldn't bare seeing him screaming, puking, hallucinating and breaking things. It's normal, as his doctor said, there are side effects of the chemo. I had to stay with him and I clean behind him. I didn't have to do all those things, but I couldn't be away for him. It's the least thing I had to do as his girlfriend, even lately, I feel more like his mother, his nurse than his girlfriend. All his friends know now that we are together, which add a lot of things to his plate. I received a lot of hateful messages and people keep pointing to me furiously and saying I used him, I'm dating a baby. But I don't mind. But I'm just a human, I have feelings and sometimes I think of running away and leaving everything behind, but one last glace to him, to that weak face with a fake smile, I feel sorry and I hate myself. I'm not with him because I feel sorry for him or I pity him. I love him, with everything in my soul, and I will love him until my last breath. But it's more complicated to leave him like this..."