*Harry’s POV*
*Thursday, Evening*

I walk up the path to Destiny’s front door, with flowers in my hand. “This is the last day, Harry. Make it worth it. Make her come back.” Breathing in, and out several times, I finally brought myself to knock on the door.

After some time, Mr Baker opened the front door, who seemed surprised to see me.

“Mr Baker. Hi. Can I talk to Destiny, please?” I quickly ask, in the politest way possible. Without warning, Mr Baker’s surprised expression transformed into a face full of anger and despair. “Mr Baker?” Was I could say.

The next thing I knew, his rough hands grabbed onto my shirt before he slammed me into the wall.

“Who do you think you are? Hurting my daughter like this!” He screams at me, before slamming me against the wall, again. I see Destiny freeze in her footsteps. She has her hair up, in a mess. Her cheeks are stained with the tears running through her makeup, and her mascara has clearly smeared around her eyes. But, somehow, she still looks so fucking beautiful.

“Destiny, I love you,” I say, through the pain. She just stares at me.

“Don’t you say that her! Don’t you say that to my daughter! You’re a pathetic waste of trash, and we would be so much better off without you! SHE would be so much better off without you!” Mr Baker screams, punching me in my shoulder. I do my best to hold my own, to not cry out like a child but he’s a strong man. He knows how to throw punches, he knows to defend his family against a fucking scum like me. It took everything thing in me not to fight back, that wouldn’t do my situation with Destiny any good.

I can’t lose her, I just can’t. I try my hardest not to cry, and I don’t. But my face is twisting in pain and hurt, I can feel my skin flushing, turning a dark shade of red. I can feel sweat beading on my forehead before trailing down my face.

“Dad! Dad, stop! Dad, enough!” Destiny cries out, as he slams me against the floor. Everything was burning. Everything was turning red, things were spinning, and my back felt as if it was on fire. “Let him go!” She cries again, coming to my side, as she helped me up.

“Destiny, go to the room, now! I don’t want you to have to see him anymore. Even if it's in this condition – the condition he deserves.” He spat at me, staring at me, as I held on to Destiny for all the support I could get.

‘No crying. No crying.’ I have to show Destiny I can still be a man, I have to prove to her, that I’m worth her love, that I’m worth her time, that I love her.

“Destiny, please. Please, forgive me. I’ll do anything, anything to make it up to you. I love you. Please. Give me another chance. You won’t regret it, I swear! Please let me back in.” I pleaded, through the pain, holding on to her hands tightly.

“Shut the hell up!” His voice shook the house like an earthquake. For once, in my entire life, I was scared, terrified like a fucking child.

“Dad! No! Don’t you dare. I’ll make him leave. Just go upstairs. Please.” Destiny begged him, through her tears.

“Destiny!” Mr Baker shouted at her angrily.

“Mum …” Destiny pleaded for her mother’s help.

“David, come. Destiny, go, come straight back home.” Mrs Baker assured her.

“Harry, let’s go,” Destiny told, pulling my arms around her so she could carry me more easily.

“Destiny, please. You have to forgive me. Please, Destiny.” I pleaded her again. “I don’t know what else to do. I’ve done everything. The flowers … the flowers. They were back in the house, I brought them, for you,” I say trying to go back to get her the flowers.

“Harry, leave it.” She says, tugging me towards me house carefully.

“Destiny. Listen to me. Please. I can’t lose you. Listen to me. Please.” I begged her, as I cupped her face trying to get her to look at me. We were standing in front of my door.

“Harry, shh.” Destiny says, looking over my bruises. “Just apply some cold ice to that. Its not too bad that you need to go to the hospital or anything. Don’t do anything stupid, and run around. Just rest.”

“Destiny! I don’t care about that! Tell me you love you. Tell me you aren’t going anywhere.”

“Harry, listen. I can’t tell you that. It’s over. I’m sorry. We can’t do this anymore. We just can’t. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Destiny says, walking away to her home.

“Why not? Destiny!” I cried, rushing to her side, just before she closed the door, I pleaded again, “Destiny. We can work through this. I swear to god I’ll never make you feel less than you really are. I’ll do anything you for. Anything. Just tell me why can’t we be together, anymore. Why?”

“Because, Harry. I just can’t.” And with that, she shut the door on my face.

Shattered.

Every piece in my damn heart fell into pieces in front of her door. She told every single bit of me, making it impossible for me to put myself together.

I fell to the ground, leaning against his door. I felt so much pain. So much raw pain.

I lost it all. My love. My life. My everything.

Gone.

I cried, cried, cried. Holding my broken body. I cried like a fucking child at the foot of her doorstep. I cried all night, and she didn’t bother to come out once. I screamed her name over a hundred times. I cried like a fucking child, open for the whole street to see.

My screaming sobs were only interrupted by the need to breathe.

‘I just can’t. I just can’t. I just can’t.’

Why damn it! Why can’t you love me anymore! Why is it so hard for you to forgive me! Why did you say goodbye!

The commuters turned their heads, caught between an impulse to help and another to stay out of bother. My time laying in front of Destiny’s doorstep was interrupted by my parents finding me broken on the ground. They swore to never speak to either of Destiny’s parents, again.

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