So maybe the end was close. Maybe my arms are going to embrace it.

I never wanted a lot out of life until I met Harry.

I used to only want to grow up okay. I wanted to forget my father's beatings and only remember my dad's love.

Then I met Harry and I wanted him to fall in love with me the same way I fell in love with him. I stupidly thought he did for a small while. Then he left and my brother died. I didn't want anything then. I just wanted them back.

I needed them back.

Harry came back and then I wanted to him to stay. I wanted him to love me again and he did. He loved me and I love him still... He loved me right until we got into a car accident. Then everything went to shit. That's when I realized everything I ever wanted came but never stayed.

I worked so hard. I tried and it still never worked.

It was supposed to be us. I was his home. He told me I was. He said that he loved me, that he wasn't ever going to hurt me. I believed him. I trusted him. I was there. I was his completely and it wasn't enough.

So maybe I am angry. I am livid, I am bruised, I don't have anything left.

I am tired. That's it. I'm too tired to keep pretending that Harry loves me. That I'm okay with all of the ridicule and reminders that Harry's sad.

I look at Harry for a few more minuets and I pretend we are okay. That he never cheated. That he loves me... And then I feel the slight thumping in my skull and I remember how delusional I am to ever think I would be okay.

With a sad sigh I run my finger tips along his cheeks. My heart flutters in distress when his lips twitch into a small smile and he murmurs my name softly. I get up then and only relax when Harry stays down with his eyes closed. He chest rises slowly and his lips are still smiling.

This boy was my dream and he gave me so many nightmares that never stop.

I close the door softly behind me and squeeze my phone in my hand. I walk down the hall and step outside onto the balcony.

This balcony was my favorite place in this giant house. Harry had it built for me after he saw me starring out the window.

"Presley, keep your eyes closed!"

Laughing I follow orders and try not to trip, "Hazard, I'm going to trip. You're clumsy enough."

"Don't be mean when I've got you a present," he kisses my cheek and squeezes my waist. "You're much too cheeky, love."

"Harry, it's not a special occasion or anything. You didn't have to get me a present."

"Every day I have with you is a special occasion." My cheeks blush and I can practically hear his smirk.
We stop suddenly and I feel his lips by my ear, "I wanted you to have a special little place just for you."

"Wha--" my words are cut off as Harry's hand is moved from my eyes. I look straight ahead at the doors,
"What is this?"

"Well, you've got to open the doors, baby."

I twist the knob with my heart thumping in my ears and my eyes widen with glee when I see the twisted railing and cement floor. A balcony. Harry had created a balcony for me with a view that people could write books about.

It takes my breath away. It makes me so happy.

I walk to the edge and look ahead, "How?" I squeak. "They told us nothing could be done to this spot."

Harry wraps an arm over my waist and grips the railing of the balcony with his other. "Well, my baby wanted something and I as your husband made sure you got it. I knew once I saw you staring out of the window that I had to do something. So I did some research, called up a few lawyers and carpenters, and had this built for you because you love the view and I love you. It's even got a roof so you can still be out here when it's raining." Just like he said a strong cover is over our heads.

I feel a smile on my face and I spin to face Harry.

"Do you like it?" He asks nervously while flickering his eyes over my face. I wrap my arms around his middle and shiver when I feel his lips on my neck. "Is baby happy?" He sighs.

"Always happy with Hazard."

He grips my chin with his fingers and lifts my head, "Do you like your home?"
"I like the house," I kiss his jaw and smile when his breath hitches. "But your my home and I love you."

If I was alone I'd be sobbing here on the floor of my balcony. I'd let my chest heave and my cries come out with no sympathy. I'd give in to my never ending sadness because I have no fight in me. All I am is skin and bones.

I sit in the corner and look ahead. My eyes sting, my hands shake, and I'm much too sad. I sit silently, waiting for the same call that I get at the same time every other day.

I jump when my phone finally vibrates, "Hi," I mumble.

"Hey kid. How's my favorite person doing?"

"I'm okay. My head doesn't hurt as bad anymore." I close my eyes and sigh.

"That's great sweetheart. When's your next check up?"

"Day after tomorrow." I'm happy he's starting gently with me. That he hasn't dived right into the center of my problems. I'm happy he knows to take it slow. "How are you?"

He sighs and I can picture Harvey closing his eyes and leaning his head back. "I'm worried about you, kid. Louis told me Harry's been camping out at your place. I don't want him near you."

"I didn't even know he was here," I say defensively.

"But I'm assuming now you do? Did something happen?"

"No. Everything is the same except for the fact that I yelled at his sister."

"Really?" He chuckles in surprise, "Why did you?"

"She wants me to talk to Harry. She's really worried about him."

"No," he snarls quickly, "Don't you fucking dare, Presley. Let him be alone in his own misery. He did it to himself."

I can't help the broken noise that escapes my throat, "I know."

He sighs again, "Hey, now, come on baby girl. Don't cry. It's okay."

"But it's not okay," I cry, "Harvey, he's my person and he's so sad. He's crying."

"Don't do this, kid. I won't let you do this to yourself all over again."

"I'm not going to do anything," I wipe my eyes and lean my head against the cold railing, "I'm so tired, Harvey."

"I know you are and it's okay."

"Do you promise it's okay?"

"I promise it's okay. It's completely okay to let it go. To move on. It's okay kid."

Harvey is the only one who lets me be pathetic and tells me it's okay. He listens to me cry every day and he always tells me it's okay to be done. That giving up isn't bad when I'm so tired. He understands my head better than I do.

"Okay."

"Do you know what you're going to do now?"

My heart breaks and my eyes fill up with water again at his question. I screw my eyes shut and let the tears fall. "I'm getting a divorce."

Notes

And now that's it. No more....jk