Urge.

Message from Author: "Some people now days are more pissed than Hitler stepping into the wrong shower, don't be one of them."

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157. Why?

HARRYPOV:

Some say money makes the world go round, I think it's love. Sounds soppy but loosing Calista was the worse thing I have ever done and I will regret the day that I had driven her to madness.

The doctors say it will wear off in a week or so but even so, her pale features, stick like body and blood shot eyes with an emotionless face is the most gut wrenching thing I could ever witness. Her clothes are all too big for her as she hasn't been eating and she has been mute ever since her miscarriage.

And It is all my fault. I got jealous and took it out on her and now she is in a state of madness and depression along with being under the influence of heavy drugs.

"Calista baby?" I sit next to her on the hospital bed, her damaged and dry lips all swollen from where she had bitten her lips too hard. Gently, her eyes flicker at me with no emotion and then her body starts shaking.

This is a routine I have came to know.

The sobs come next as I move in closer to her, wrapping her in a loving hug as I lay her down inside the embrace,

"I- am so sorry, I love you so much. I-" Before I knew it, I was crying too as she had outstretched her arms, pulling me down with weak force and I oblige as we lay next to each other in bed, four days after the miscarriage and still in hospital.

She raises her broken hand up to her eye sight, cautious eyes examining the neatly wrapped bandage before the tears flicker in her eyes when they meet back with mine,

"W-what happened?"

That was the third part of the routine. Basically, it goes;

Stares. Cries. "What happened?" I tell her. more tears. stares in the distance. cries. "What happened?" to another part of her broken body. I tell her. more tears and so on, so on.

It is heart braking to watch her divine memory loss kick into action. However, it is getting a lot better as the minute she woke up, she had no idea who I was, nor who she was.

"Harry?" Her broken little voice calls out to me as I raise my eyebrows up to her,

"I love you-"

"I love you too, darling"

AND BREATH.

 I AM PUBLISHING A LONGER CHAPTER NEXT BUT I AM FEELING ALOONNNNEEE! IS ANYONE READING THIS? AM I WRITING TO MYSELF?? WORLD, IF YOUR OUT THERE, TALKK TO ME PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! CHEERS LOVE YAAAAA

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