Trinity's P.O.V

I walked over to a bench and sat down. I love this park. I used to come here everyday. This was the place Harry and I met. I remember it all too well.

*Flashback (11 Years Ago)*

I ran as far as I could, away from home. My mummy and daddy were fighting again and I can't understand why. I kept running, having no clue where my legs were leading me to. I don't get it. Why would mummy and daddy fight? Shouting and screaming at each other like I wasn't there. And then there was my little, baby sister. Where did she go? I came home from school one day and went to visit her room but she wasn't there. I checked in her crib, mummy and daddy's room, my room, under the tables in the kitchen and the living room but I couldn't find her. She wasn't in the car. It was as if she disappeared. It was scaring me.

I stopped running and looked around. I was in a park. A very, huge and beautiful park. It was full of trees, colourful flowers and swings. It was amazing. I walked over to the swings and gently pushed myself. I'm still crying. I don't like my life anymore. It used to be so peaceful. Now everything's ruined. All ruined. Then, I heard footsteps walking towards me. I stopped swinging.

"Are you alright?" A curly-haired boy asked, his eyes filled with worry.
"I'm fine." I whispered, my voice slightly wavering. The tears slipped out again and I couldn't stop them.
"What's the matter?" The boy asked again, kneeling on the ground.
"My daddy and mummy are fighting. And my little, baby sister is missing!" I sobbed. The boy hugged me and I hugged him back. I was in desperate need of comfort.

"My mummy and daddy are fighting too. I don't know why either." The boy said, "I'm Harry. What's your name?" I looked up at the boy, slightly amazed.
"My name is Trinity." I choked, "But people called me Trinity."
"You've got a pretty name," The boy complimented, "I'm Harry."
"That's a nice name. Friends?" I asked, holding my hand out.
"Friends." He smiled, shaking my hand. I laughed. From that day on, I told him everything and he told me everything. We had no secrets because we didn't need to keep anything away from each other. We were the best of friends and no one could ever pull as apart.

*End of Flashback*

I sighed, remembering that day. We were happy with each other. The best of friends. Now look at us. Everything's broken like before, but this time, it's all our fault. I wish I could go back to that day. Where all my worries suddenly disappeared as soon as I told him and he comforted me. I told him what happened to my parents, I told him what happened to my sister but the only thing I didn't tell him was that I was in love with him. And I regret not telling him that because, now, he's got millions of girls chasing him. Because, now, I don't have a chance. And I truly hated that.

I wish I didn't push him back. I wish we we're back to being best friend. I wish a lot of things. But, I guess, not all wishes come true.