His
green eyes looked dull and filled
with sympathy. I could tell by
the expression on his face he
wasn't sure what to say,
knowing nothing would really
comfort me. I looked back at the
road and watched the black
pavement disappear under the car
only for more to appear in the
distance.
"Is he
really happy?" I whispered.
In my peripheral vision I saw
Harry taken back by my abrupt
question. I knew I didn't
have to clarify who I was talking
about, so I began regretting
letting those words fall from my
mouth as each second went by that
he didn't answer.
"I
don't know," his curls
bounced as he gently shook his
head. "I can't tell if
its all just an act or
not."
I
nodded as if I was indifferent
but that wasn't what I was
hoping he would say. I don't
know what I wanted him to say
either; I didn't want him to
be unhappy but at the same time
it would of killed me to know he
was living a perfectly happy life
without me. I guess I didn't
really want an answer at all. My
mind started to wander when
Harry's voice brought me
back.
"If he is
now, he wasn't for a long
time. Your break up really upset
him," he told me.
"It
wasn't like I was peachy and
fine about the situation
either," my tone harsher
than what I meant for it to
be.
"I
didn't say you were," he
defended himself. "I was
just meaning he really missed
you. He didn't leave his
hotel room for a week. He just
sat in there and drank while
listening to music." He
paused for a moment before
continuing.
"One night
it rained and he went and sat
outside, just sat there all
night. We tried to get him to
come in but he wouldn't. He
was a wreak, and just wanted you
back."
I
swallowed hard, trying to get rid
of the lump that was forming in
the back of my throat. "I
could tell by all of the phone
calls. Especially when we had
just broken up and then he asks
Eleanor out. On our one year
anniversary."
Harry cringed
and I turned on the radio. As the
car filled with random music I
didn't even like I mulled
over everything Harry just told
me. So he did care, at least a
little. When I didn't receive
a single phone call that was
proof to me that he really
didn't ever care. And then
when I checked my email, after
spending hours of building up the
courage, only to realize he
hadn't sent me one, that was
when I completely
broke.
But
by what Harry said, he was as
broken up about it as I had been.
Then why didn't he even try
to get me back?
Authors note: This is all
I have written for the college
part. Only two parts left to post
until everything I have written
out for this story is posted for
those who even
care.
