Thank You El.

Demetria POV:
It’s been almost 2 hours since I’ve been out here and I can’t bring myself to leave. This place is so relaxing and inviting. The beautiful stars remind me of all the possibilities that are out there. Like the possible chance that Harry and I belong together. The the trees rustling in the wind prod on my need and want to be free in this lonely yet populous world. I have this strange feeling in my stomach that Harry would successfully give me what I needed and more. The rusted brown bench emphasizes the decay of my well-built security wall against this kind of stuff. I know for sure Harry would be able to crumble these walls and make sure they never resurface.

Even with all these positive thoughts of what the future may hold for Harry and me, it isn’t enough for me to make my way back to his house. I know I'm not welcomed back after my little charade away and he’s probably already with that skinny, blonde haired, stupid bitch. I mean why wouldn’t he be? She’s fully attainable and willing to open her heart for him. I'm just a brand new fan who can’t travel with him nor can I always be available when he needs me to be.

I’ve accepted that I'm not worth it; why can’t he?

Eleanor POV:

I head to Demetria’s place in search of my brunette best friend. I love this girl with all of my heart but she seriously needs to stay out of her head. Her thoughts are restricting her from succeeding in relationships even though we both know she is an amazing catch.
I pry open the wrought iron gates and precede towards section 2 row 24 #3. Right away, I spot her lying on the bench she spent months raising money for. She loves this bench because it represents the both of them.
I inch closer and hear her clearly talking but I don’t see anyone around but the two of us? I decide to stop shortly instead of interrupting her conversation. Partly, because it seems like she’s in deep thought and needs this alone time. Other than that, I'm just nosy and want to see what she’s saying.

“San? Can you please help me? I'm desperate.”

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