*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT*
THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2.
Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo.
"Something can be both delicate and violent"
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Harry lowe...
"I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met" **** A/N: So here's a littlesome thingIhaven't done before. But, @ghost_bae 's (i hope I got the tag right) friend (@ glowingstyle) messaged me on Twitter to organise this for her, letting meknow it was her birthday on the 19th of Oct, and how much she loves this story. I tried to get this chapter up in time but I think I'm a tiny bit late! Sorry!
Any way, everyone wishDeanna a Happy Birthday. You truly have beautiful friends. I hope you had an amazing day.
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My shoulders feel light, but my chest feels unbearably heavy.
I woke up today when I finally managed to get a few hours sleep, with the weight of last night still consuming me.
Everything feels different.
I don't know if it's better or worse.
It's like I was finally looking at everything with clean eyes, I could finally see things clearly that I'd left fogged in the back of my mind that I was trying to ignore.
It still didn't stop how much it hurt though, laying there in bed when I had rolled over to look at Harry; watching his peaceful face while he slept that still had all the remnants of the agony he was in last night.
It keeps replaying over my in mind and ripping my chest open, over and over again. I would give anything for things to not be like this, for life just to give us a fucking break and not torture us so much when all we want is to love each other.
But maybe this is why all of this feels the way it does, because we love each other. We're willing to face the things that hurt the most and are better for us in the end, so we can love each other better.
We each want the other to love themselves better and treat themselves better.
It feels both freeing, and like complete damnation since I let everything out. Because now I know I can't float by turning a blind eye to everything, I have to face it. I also have to face myself, and really come to terms with who I really am. How I really feel about the life I have now. I have to deal with everything, and the fact I need help.
Harry told me to start being selfish and I don't have the faintest idea where to start, it's so hard for me because I just want to think about other people. He did say he'd teach me, so I guess I can try and learn.
It's so hard though, because we're both in pain and my natural reaction when someone I care about is in pain; is to ignore my own and try and help theirs. But it's not doing me any favours, I need to learn a balance with it.
