~~Clare stared out the window. She couldn't get Harry out of her mind. She was crazy about him! What's so wrong about liking him? She could always find another job. She doesn't like hers anymore anyway.
Just then, there was a loud banging on the door. Clare cautiously walked over to her apartment door and opened it. "Harry, how did you find me?"
Harry pushed aside her and stepped in her living room. He was pacing back and forth, as if Clare wasn't even there. Finally, he spoke. "Is it true?" he asked, not looking at her.
Clare gulped. "Is what true?" even though she already knew what it was.
"I didn't want to believe him! But I looked you up, and what do you know! You're a liar! A cold-hearted liar!" Harry screamed.
"Harry..." Clare cried, "It's not what you think!"
"It's exactly what I think! No wonder everyone hates you! You're a liar and a fake!" Harry yelled, still pacing.
Clare cried. How could he say that about her? "Harry...I admit! At first, I was just doing my job! But I fell for you! I really did! Harry, I love you! Please don't be upset!" she pleaded.
Harry stopped, staring at her. He was crying too. "Did you just say you love me? Or are you just lying about that too?"
"No, I mean it!" Clare said, wiping her eyes.
Harry looked at her. His eyes, only for a second, filled with love and regret, but then they turned cold and hateful. "Did Lily really send you to make me break up with her?" he asked.
Harry looked at the pictures on the wall. "And you're not really a photographer?" his voice was quieter, but still filled with rage.
Clare nodded again, unable to speak.
Harry's voice wavered on the edge of quiet and loud. "I really thought you loved me like I loved you... But you really are a horrible person..." he said coldly.
Clare looked at him shocked. He didn't just say that! She fell to her knees, eyes closed, still whimpering. "Harry....Harry...please!" her voice was hurt and weak. She felt her heart was ripped into a million pieces. That's what she gets for falling for a guy.
"I NEVER want to see you again..." and with that, Harry left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Clare sank to the floor, cradling her legs, and crying her eyes out. She had never felt more worthless and hurt. What was she going to do?