Solitude • h.s.

Shania lives on her own by force.
Harry lives on his own by choice.

"Why live by yourself? Why not with someone?" I asked him.

He lifted his head from the marble countertop and directed his eyes to meet mine. "Not everyone deserves to be happy with someone." He shrugs. "And I'm one of those people. I deserve to live alone, to be left alone with my darkness, you know?"

I shook my head and huffed. There was a bit of silence with both of us just staring off into space.

"Harry," I looked down at my fingers and took interest in playing with them. "You deserve to be happy just as much as the next person. Just allow yourself to accept the happiness that is around you. Maybe you need someone to show you the affection that you want and crave."

"And please enlighten me with whom that person might be." He chuckled.

"Me, maybe." I whispered.

Warning:
Mature language, drug abuse, physical abuse, sexual content