Piece Of My Heart

Mollie Maloy is just a normal girl caught up in the dream of moving to london and becoming a photographer, But when her dream comes true everything may change along-side her passion.


20. Lovers

We layed in bed without words. He might have been asleep. It's been a while since I've layed in this bed together with him peaceully. I have come more and more acustomed to Harry touching me again in the past few hours and I thank myself for not holding a grudge. I forgave him for his wrong but my mind was not whole, it wasn't sain. It was a crippling thing, this sensation that a huge hole has been punched through my chest, excising my most vital organs and leaving ragged, unhealed gashes around the edges that continued to throb and bleed despite the passage of time. Rationally, I knew my lungs must still be intact, yet I gasped for air and my head spun like my efforts, yeilded me nothing. My heart must have been beating, too, but I couldn't hear the sound of my pulse in my ears; my hands felt blue with cold. I curled inward, hugging my ribbs to hold myself together. I scrambled for my numbess, my denial, but it evaded me. And yet, I found I could survive. I was alert, I fet the pain-the aching loss that radiiated out from my chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head- but it was manageable. I could live through it. It didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it.

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