"Emma, don't do this to me!"
I went to bed early last night. Didn't want to talk to Harry. He knew what he said, had hurt me, and he kept begging me to talk. I didn't. I realized that he couldn't just bring me around. Was he embarrassed about me? I don't know, but he was going to give a good explanation. I'm not forgiving him right away.
He had spent all morning telling me how sorry he was. The only thing he didn't say, was why he did it.
"I can't say anything to convince you that I'm sorry, huh?" He looked at me, and he looked disappointed, "I really didn't think you were like this". Even though I was mad at him, what he said made me even more sad.
"Just give me a chance to explain!" He looked at me with big eyes. I stood up from the bed and took his hand, looking into the endless green.
"I'm sorry Harry. I should give you a chance. But. I really thought that you loved me. That we were, you know, 'serious'". He looked at me back down in my blue eyes.
"I will prove that I want you as mine. And that I do love you." I looked down, and let go of his hand, walking out the door.
I spent rest of the afternoon hanging out with Cara on the beach. I wanted to be alone, but she insisted. We didn't really talk about the Harry-situation. I asked her not to talk about it. It would just make me even more sad.
I ended the day by a walk on the beach. I sat down in the sand, and looked out on in the water. The sun was going down.
I had sit there for about twenty minutes, when I sensed someone standing behind me. I didn't look up. I knew who it was.
"I want to explain".