The tape recorder was on. One one side of the table was a news reporter, preparing himself to interview the one who was sitting across form him, Harry Styles. Harry sat there, silent and depressed. Didn't talk for more than a year, just mute. But he felt that it was his time, his time to tell the world what she wrote.
"Ok Stlyes, lets start wit-"
"With what? You really think that I can spill things that easily?"
"No, but I need you to say the basic things. Her name, her age, and her story."
Harry looked at the reporter, and sighed.
"Ok. Her name is Anastasia. She was 18, and her story is the one she left written in her notebook. I called her story... Ana."
The reporter wrote it all down. Word by word, letter by letter.
Harry looked at him again, with a depressed face, red eyes, very tired, and yet, very sad.
"It's about me. But she wrote it all down, of what happened to her. Of what I did to her. I never felt so bad about someone that special to me. I never realized what happened. I guess I was a fool. "
"Will you tell us all more about the story?"
"Yes." It was what Harry was thinking in his mind. "I want her to know... that I do love her. The past, the present, and in the future..."