"Oh, please! Don't play dumb now." Her face was red and her eyes were dead.
"C'mon. Just say it. I wanna hear you say it." He's voice cracked at the end, and he cursed himself for it.
"I. Don't. Love you. Anymore." She enunciated, no remorse in her voice, no hesitation. Harrison felt as if she had stabbed him repeatedly, he let out a shaky breath. There it was, the inevitable, what he feared the most.
"Soulmates." He gasped, the air suddenly escaping his lungs.
"Don't tell me you believe in that, Harrison." Bitterness coated every word she spoke.
"I wish I didn't." He whispered, he was fighting the urge to cry, his nose burned making his eyes fill with tears that he refused to let fall. The girl shook her head rolling her eyes and stepped closer to him only to dodge him at the last second to walk past. Harrison's hand caught hers to stopped her but before he could do or say anything else the guy's fist came in contact with his face sending the blonde to the concrete, his back flat on the wet ground as his hands came up to cover where he felt extreme warmth, not a single word was hear but a gasp coming from behind the boy on the floor.
"Are you okay?!" A panicked small voice asked, a pair of soft hands held Harrison's head in place. "What did just happen? Should I call the police?" The voice kept pressing. He's eyes were trained on the couple that had just broke him, emotionally and physically as they walked away like nothing happened.
"I'm okay." He mumbled against his hand, the answer sounding muffled.
"Come inside, I'll clean you up." The stranger offered in a worried tone. As absently as he'd been doing everything lately he got up with a little help of who had come to his aid and walked inside the small flower shop all the way in, sitting where the person pointed him to. "I'm gonna bring the first aid, I'll be right back." It felt like two seconds that the florist was gone, quickly handing him a rag to hold against his nose while preparing some antiseptic to clean the little gash on the bridge of his nose. Warm, delicate fingers held his chin up forcing him to look up at who was helping him, gentle facial expression just as gentle as the way she pressed the wet gauze over his wound. The silence wasn't uncomfortable even though they were strangers, even though she was almost cradling his face, even though he was holding back tears of frustration, heart ache and anger. "Everything alright?" The girl asked softly once she put away the aid kit.
"No."
"Was she really your soulmate?"
"I thought..." He whispered looking down at his left hand, his ring finger was bruising, covering the mark, her mark.
"Hey, mine too." She humoured, a hint of pain splattered over it as she held her left fist up to him so he could see the huge bruise. He looked up from her hand to her face, a sad smile drawn on it that broke his heart all over again. He didn't dare to stare longer so his eyes shifted back to her raised fist, his finger tips delicately running over the purple skin.
"How long?" Harrison wanted to know, it looked fresh, just like his.
"Months." She bit the inside of her cheek.
"You've had it for months?" The boy didn't believe it. It couldn't be possible, bruises don't last months. The girl hummed in confirmation and retracted her hand stuffing it in her forest green apron's pocket. "Why?"
"It was my soulmate who caused it. Only finding a new one can make it go away."
"And you think that will happen?" He was so curious about the whole thing, his mind drifted away from what had occurred not long ago, to the topic that fascinated him the most.
"I like to think so, yeah." She smiled a more cheery smile this time, making Harrison's heart beat a bit faster. "And by what little I've heard, you believe in this crazy thing too." The tone of her voice was slightly teasing which caused a smile to tug at Harrison's lips.
"I don't know if I should anymore." He shook his head and shrugged one shoulder.
"There's always a broken heart for a torn one." The girl said, "Mum always says." The sparkle in her eyes was so pure and put him at ease quicker than his ex's ever did.
"I should get going." Harrison spoke when he realized he was staring.
"Sure." She nodded and stepped back to let him walk past.
"Thanks. For..." He just gestured to his nose with his index finger without finishing what he was going to say.
"Oh! Don't mention it." She waved her hands, walking closer to the door with him. "Come by any day..." She handed him a vibrant orange lily, he took the flower and nodded, catching on her hesitation at the end of the sentence.
"Harrison. I'm Harrison." He allowed smiling at her.
She nodded politely, "Y/N." She put her hand on her chest, her fingers hooking on the necklace she wore grabbing the dainty flower pendant.
"See you around, Y/N." Harrison lifted his flower and exited the shop, the cold wind greeting him once more. He walked home slowly there was no rush, he knew she wouldn't be there, he had noticed some of her stuff missing from the flat a few weeks back so he loved the thought of not seeing her again. Because if he saw her again the image of the flower girl will fade. He mourned his loss, he cried for the girl he once loved, for what they used to have but the same phrase would always made its way to the front of his mind every time he glanced at the single orange lily on the windowsill. A broken heart for a torn one.
A broken heart for a torn one
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