IT was supposed to be fun. Today was supposed to be fun, but at the end, it turned out as a complete disaster. Things were odd now, and they didn't know what to do about it. How did a beautiful day, with sunrise and happy laughs, turn out so horribly wrong. Was it her fault? Was it his fault? They didn't know, she didn't know- he didn't know. It was like everything was empty now. And they were so close to becoming one only one month away, so why did this happen?
There were times when Estella literally wanted to cry, or better yet just sleep her pain away. But nothing could compare to what she felt right now. Everything went down hill from that one moment of weakness, that one thing he said, the one thing she said. And she hated herself. So much she wanted to punch something, throw something. Anything to make the pain go away.
The meaning of love went beyond the universe. Anyone could have a deep affection toward any living or breathing thing, whether it be that or anything as simple as a majestic rain forest or an object such as a diary you kept your deepest and darkest secrets in. But the love between a man and a woman, a man and a man or a woman and a woman- went beyond devotion. Their love particularly though, held no judgment. Held no disrespect or laughing matter toward any esoteric situation. But today, things changed entirely, and that's what made the both of them afraid.
Maybe not of each other, but of the way they let all of their fears get in the way of how they acted.
Harry loved to watch her cook. Only because she danced when she cooked and sang, which was always music to his ears. He sat at the island, MacBook in front of him as he arranged a few files to different folders, trying to organize his laptop the way it used to be. He looked up after a brief moment, smiling at his fiancée who had been wearing one of his overly large button downs and colorful socks. This filter of her had always been a filter he idolized. Simple fabric on her skin, hair up in a messy ponytail while she beamed with happiness, preparing breakfast for just the two of them before he headed off for a dreaded day at work.
But maybe coming home was the best part.
Coming home to her invariably brightened up the mood he had from work. Just to see her smile when he walked through that door and practically screech when she ran into his arms and kissed him. The feeling he got in his stomach when she talked about her day to him and they both related on a spiritual level. Even the part when they made dinner together, sat on the couch either watching a TV series, a movie or something educational such as the news. He loved his life with her, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
But they weren't always the perfect couple.
"You wanna go out tonight?" He suggested, figuring they both needed a break at times. He was very stressed, he'll admit that. But he wouldn't admit that to her, which was one reason why things went down hill.
"What, like a date?" She rose her eyebrows, setting the plate of food in front of him and taking his laptop away, Harry slightly protesting but she gave him that look that told him not to argue with her before sighing. "Food first, then you could get back to work."
"Yeah, a date. Figured we needed to have one because we need to get out of the house."
"I'm down with that," She shrugged before taking a seat next to him. "But where are we going?"
"Anywhere you want."
Estella hummed, picking up her strawberry with her fork before eyeing it, thinking hard about places they could go, not wanting to pick a place they had already been or have gone to repeatedly. "I have absolutely no clue, and you know I'm picky."
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