*Harry’s POV*
*Last Day of Summer Vacation*

Nothing.

The feeling of nothing is heavy, suffocating. It covers everything in its path, there is no room for light, no room for emotions. You don't feel anything, you feel the weight of it, it bites into your skin but leaves no marks. It eats away at your flesh, tears you apart, leaves you empty.

That’s how I wish I felt right now.

Endless pain is what I feel, instead.

The feeling of waking up alive, but feeling and knowing that you’re so dead, buried and forgotten instead. The feeling when waking up every morning is now a tortured thought, rather than a blessing. The sense that you could never be happy again.

This pain left invisible scars, it doesn’t leave cuts or bruises. Instead injuries you can only see. Sometimes the pain is at the back of my mind, like a pulse. Other times it pushes itself forward demanding attention. Cutting my heart and soul in half, stinging with every breath I take.

It hurts the most when I’m out with my friends. It’d be perfect outside, everyone would be together, happy. Everything would be just perfect, except the fact that she isn’t here with us – with me. She should have been there with us, standing with her arms around me. It’d be one of those moments, that has her name written all over it. And I just can’t help but wish she was there with us.

I have barely been eating, sleeping or drinking. Nothing felt right anymore. No amount of weed or alcohol numb the damn pain.

Nothing I did, erased the slightest memory of her. All those shared laughs, and tear. Days and night spent together. Everything. It was all over, like a piece of trash in the wind.

Destiny has been out of town all summer. No one knows where she went. That last time I saw her was that Friday night at the party with Owen.

A thousand thoughts danced through my mind. Did she change her look? Is her hair a different colour? Is it longer? Did she cut it? Has she moved on to some other guy? Is she in love again? Does she hate me?

I hate her. I hate Destiny Baker. I hate the way she smiles. I hate the way she pronounces words different. I hate the way she walks, talks and breath. I hate that I’m in love with her.

But the only question I actually cared the answer for, scratched my mind like a thousand ticks.

Did she really sleep with Owen that night?

Suddenly, a fit of giggling was heard from the top of the staircase. Moments later, we saw Owen coming down the steps. His shirt unbuttoned, eyes wild, and red marks down his neck. He was being followed by a girl.
“Destiny?!” Ally exclaimed, surprised as we all were. Destiny had her hair in a mess, her dress undone, and her makeup smeared.
“No … No … No.” Is all I could say. Destiny wouldn’t look at anyone, not even her friends. Refusing to respond to any of the girls’ calls and pleas for her to stop, she left the house with Owen.
“No! Damn it! No! She didn’t! She couldn’t have.” I cried out, knowing very well what had happened.
“Bro, those two definitely went at it! There was so much moaning and screaming coming from that room. Jeez looks like Destiny can actually move!” A boy, who’s name I forgot, cheered.
No one ever dared touch her. Not my Destiny. No one would. She was mine and everyone knew it. Only mine. I never liked to share and everyone was very clear of this. But then, I see someone else’s arm around her, the love of my life. The one person I gave my everything to, after what felt like ages.

The anger didn’t last long that night. It was so easily replaced with tears. The tears burst forth like water from a damn, spilling down my face. I cried like a fucking child that night. I felt my muscles of my chin tremble like a small child. My walls, that walls that held me up, that make me strong just … collapsed.

The pain of that day, and the day before … combined, broke the last bit of humanity I had felt in me.

“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 of Harry. I just can’t.” And with that, she shut the door on my face.
‘It’s over. It’s over. Its over.’ The two words that played all summer like a broken record. Taunting me in my sleep. Chasing me when I’m awake. Beating me down all the time.

The Baker family completely disappeared. The very next day. And no one knows where to, or why.

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