Drops of Jupiter

The days flew by faster than I wanted to . It seemed almost as if Harry never happened and that he was only a fiction of my imagination . He almost seemed unreal , as if anything he did was just put if pure out of mental agility . We texted only to ask how we were . But I think that we were both trying to forget each other out of pure embarrassment about how we had acted . We nearly knew each other , but yet we had shown each other a side of us that no one knew .
The day was cloudy and sad , it reminded me of an 1850's film with a bad plot and a sad ending . The street were empty only with a couple of sivilians walking around and sight seeings . I was walking alone with earphones in my ears drowning the city noise . Ed-Sheeran filled my eyes to a familiar tune . It felt like he was singing in my ear , whispering wonderful words in my ears making me feel loved . Even if it was not directed towards me . The song seemed to roll with me as I walked down the messy streets . Red colors poped out at me in every direction , taking my phone from my pocket to change the song , I let my feet carry me to the familiar street . Unaware of my surroundings I hit something hard . My body jerked backward was the figure slammed me to the floor .
" ow shit , ma'm are you alright ?"
Asked someone frantically . I recognized the voice instantly . It was the voice that had hunted my head in a small cry . I looked up to find emerald eyes nervously looking down at me .
" Harry ? "
I asked the curly haired angel .
" Sofia ? What the hell ?"
He asked reaching for my hand . He pulled me out with out force . He brushed my sides trying to get the dirt off me . My head was spinning from the bang it had colided against the concrete .
" Sofia you okay ?"
He asked worriedly after I did not respond . My hands gripped his upper forearm for support . My head felt heavy , my eyes tried to adjust to the light only to instantly fall down to my cheeks .
" Sofia ! "
Was the last thing I heard before it went black .
I felt a soft warmth beneath my finger tips . My mind raced to find out we're I was , but I found no answer . My head was pounding , throbbing is a better word . I felt like I had been kicked in the head multiple times with a gold club . I wined as I tried to lift my head from the soft plush beneath my head . Only for a force to push it down .

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