Three years later
Year: 2020
He sat there for awhile. There was a lot to take in as he sat in the middle of the big room, the colours around him like the darkness surrounded his heart.
But it wasn't just the fact that his heart was surrounded in darkness and he was surrounded by colours but he wondered what he did to deserve the things he had.
Wealth, fame, art.
And all of them came because of her.
It was a big mess after all.
The fact that he was dark and he was around colour but on top of that he felt alone.
But he couldn't think about that, just her as he envisioned her in his mind and painted how she saw the world.
And how he saw her.
Beautiful.
It took awhile to leave the bed that was made for two after the day she left he had a hard time washing the sheets that smelled like cinnamon and marshmallows.
And anything that was of her he wasn't able to get rid of it.
Everything that was her habits, he made it his.
Because normally he wouldn't go for pink marshmallows and sleep on her side of the bed.
But he felt as if he dropped these habits he'd lose her forever and the only memories he would have left is the tattoo on the centre of his stomach.
Or if it wasn't for the two rings he wore around his neck and the hope he had for her to come back.
But it's been three years and although the three years has helped him mend with just him and his art and not the one way and computers instead of paper and keyboards instead of pencils or paint he still wasn't happy.
And although he had hidden smiles and small smirks, he still felt the pain his chest and the gaping hole in his heart.
So it was a big mess.
And it wasn't easy for him to mend but he somehow managed to.
It wasn't easy however after everyone left him for how he was and who he is now. And that's what increased the pain. Especially now that his parents didn't support him because they thought there was no money in art.
But it gave him that and more.
And the love he really only got aside from his friends was the family that took him in when his only abused and neglected him.
Cams.
Until she left and Miguel called him to come over.
It was a couple months after Cam left in the morning where it was pouring heavily on a Wednesday. While Harry was trying to get over the fact that he had no one else to really love and and he just wanted to be held and he's never felt so numb until she left him.
And when he saw a familiar number calling him he couldn't help but feel a little hope in his heart and a small sad smile spread on his face and a quiet prayer for something good to come out of this.
But when he was the one that emotionally abused a young woman who once had all smiles and full round eyes filled with joy and laughter, no good would come out of anything.
It wasn't a far drive but to him it felt like it was due to the constant red lights and the bad drivers in front of him.
But he just wanted some type of hope.
After months of torture seeing his love in front of him.
And he'd tell her that he needed her and that he loved her and she was always his butterfly.
However that wasn't the case when he walked in the house that reminded him of taco nights and the late nights where he would come with a bruised cheek or a limp to the leg.
He didn't see his butterfly but he knew it was because of her.
Miguel learned to like Harry as Cams relationship with him progressed and the like slowly turned to love as he loved him like his own son.
But Cam was Miguel's first priority and he knew she wasn't happy after her mom died and her baby died.
But he didn't know it was also because of hotels and red lips and vodka.
He didn't know Harry led her to her own destruction.
"You broke her," he whispered.
Licking his lips, he parted them but no words left his lips because what was there to say?
"Miguel..."
He held his finger up. "She was love," he started and that pretty much summed everything up. "She was my little girl and you broke her. I trusted her with you. I walked her down that aisle and gave her to you!"
And every word he spoke broke Harry's heart more and every word was engraved in his mind.
She was love.
"She called. She told me that she didn't want to live anymore, Harry." And as he spoke his eyes watered and lips became dry but his voice remained firm. "How does she go from love to this broken girl, Harry?"
"I-I don't know." And he felt pathetic when the tears brimmed his eyes.
Maybe because her love wasn't enough to heal from his parents abuse, maybe he wasn't ready to settle down, maybe because he lost his jewel.
He really didn't know.
"She's gone. She's fucking gone because you abandoned her as she was nothing to you."
"I know."
"She cared for you when no one did and showered you with love when you were broken. She started a life with you."
"I know."
"Then why destroy a perfectly good painting? Hm?"
But he really didn't know.
"I love her," is all he could really say because everything else would just sound like lies and sick and twisted but he just needed him to know- out of everything he needed to let everyone know he loved her.
He just didn't know how to anymore.
"You did," Miguel agreed because he somehow knew he did especially when he saw the purple bags under his eyes and the baggy sleeves and the skinny skinny figure.
He was losing himself because of her.
"You did but you made her something you got used to and only viewed her as some sad disappointment when she couldn't get pregnant, when she lost her mom, when she finally got pregnant and lost Nancy and when she threw out her pictures."
Silence.
"Why did you marry her?"
"Because I needed her."
"And then you didn't."
And after that day he knew nothing would be the same.
Lisa called from time to time to check on him to see if he was okay because she knew that's what Cam would want.
But here he was in the middle of an art gallery with pictures inspired by her.
And only because of her.
But there was one in particular where he painted her on her knees in black and grey with all the colours that represented her flowing down in tears that moved his heart.
Because he knew he was the reason she was just black and grey.
He knew he drained the colours out of her.
It was only because of him.
However today was his grand opening and he wore her two rings around his neck and ate pink marshmallows with art surrounding him while it rained on a Wednesday.
He heard murmurs of 'this is good' or 'beautiful'
Or how his thoughts were darkened because of the girl he used as his muse although sometimes they saw his hidden smiles.
But his thoughts weren't darkened because of Camila, the girl that once had big toothy smiles and black curly hair with wise words.
He darkened them himself, she just brought the light into them.
But she left.
And it wasn't
Cam or Harry
Neither was it
Cam
And
Harry
It was just Harry with his darkened thoughts with a pencil behind his ear with hidden smiles and paintings surrounding him.
And maybe it was just a coincidence.
Perhaps it was his mind taunting him although he wouldn't mind if it was her he was imagining.
But when he saw the curly hair girl staring at one of his paintings on that rainy Wednesday day.
He realized he still gave her the flutters.
a.n the chapters will be longer but I just wanted to get something out plus this is a short story so. Let me know what you think!