Love In The City
♡ Chapter 27 ♡
Diana's POV
Ever since the accident Harry and I have gone on numerous dates. It's funny how we just click into place so easily. He's exactly the same, even though he forgets everything we've been through, we just get along. Maybe that's how you know it's real. When it's the person you're with and not the memories you've had. Then again, aren't the memories the best part?
It's pouring rain and I'm driving to Harry's house. Ever since the accident he's bought himself a new apartment away from me and away from the city. I pull into his driveway and park my car next to his. It's a very nice house, with huge french doors, a lawn that is always green and the brick is a perfect reddish colour. As I climb out of my car, the rain hits me hard. It only takes me a few seconds to lock up but I'm drenched in water.
I knock on the door a few times excited for Harry to open the door. I decided to surprise him today since I had time off work. When the door opens a random blonde girl opens it. She's wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear on.
"Can I help you?" she asks eyeing me up and down. I don't want to believe what's happening but I already know what he's done.
"No. This is the wrong house. Sorry to bother you." I reply coldly. She rolls her eyes and closes the door on me. I stand outside his house in the rain for a while and I let my heart slowly break. All of a sudden I feel nothing. I don't think I have anymore feelings left in me for this. I numbly walk towards my car and jump in soaked.
I start the ignition and I start driving. I don't care where I end up. I just want to drive.
Finally I end up at a beach. The waves are crashing onto the shore so hard I think they might break. It's funny how things break. One second they're completely fine, then the next second they're shattered into millions of pieces. It's funny how I broke. Ever since I was 18. I've only been in love with Harry and I have no idea what it's like to be in love with someone else. Harry's built me up so high, but I guess that's why I crashed so hard.
As the rain pours down harder and harder, I decide to stay. I sit in my misery and pain and I feel something digging at my back so I check it out. It's a green glass bottle with a message inside. I open it up and there's a letter inside, so I read it.
July 6th, 1940 Dear Lost Soul,
My name is Joseph, and I am sitting here on this beach writing this letter for a lost soul.Hopefully if you are reading this, you are in trouble and in need of guidance otherwise I have wasted my time.
When I'm feeling down, I come here. It reminds me of a summer love I once had with a girl named Belle. Every summer my family would escape the city and rent a beach side cottage for the summer, Belle lived next door. The minute I met her, I knew she was the one. When I was with her I was myself, but at the same time, she brought out parts of me I didn't even know existed. I've never loved anymore, more than I love her.
Unfortunately when we were both 18 she moved away to Italy. I vowed to stay in touch with her, and I did. I wrote her every single day, and she wrote me. You could say it was destiny for us to be together. No matter where we were, our love was everlasting for each other. But just like all good love stories, ours didn't come with a happy ending.
One day I got a letter from her saying it was too much to be away from me, and that she wanted space. We broke up July 6th 1939. A year ago today. Today, is her wedding. She's marrying some Italian boy, I don't care if he's a good person or a hero, he's an asshole in my eyes for stealing my girl. It's sad how I didn't fight for her. I should have, but I didn't.
Don't let love slip away from you, and if you decide to, just imagine waking up every day without them, every minute without their love and spending every second alone and miserable.
Love,
A Fellow Lost Soul
I roll the letter back up and place it back in the bottle. I slowly stand up and watch as the waters calm down. I must have been so into the letter because I didn't even notice the rain stopping. I look out into the ocean and clutch my heart necklace. The necklace Harry gave me. In a sudden moment, I feel free. I break the necklace and toss it into the ocean. I'm done. At this point, I'm not even sure if I love Harry anymore.
I pull out my phone and check the time. 3:03 am, July 6th, 2015. What a coincidence. I run back to my car and write a note to Harry. I rush back to his house and place it in his mail box before driving away. I'm leaving New York for good. I came to this city in hopes of finding love, and in particular finding Harry. Instead it's destroyed me.
I have nothing in this city, the only thing that's here is my heart, and for now. I don't want it.
Ever since the accident Harry and I have gone on numerous dates. It's funny how we just click into place so easily. He's exactly the same, even though he forgets everything we've been through, we just get along. Maybe that's how you know it's real. When it's the person you're with and not the memories you've had. Then again, aren't the memories the best part?
It's pouring rain and I'm driving to Harry's house. Ever since the accident he's bought himself a new apartment away from me and away from the city. I pull into his driveway and park my car next to his. It's a very nice house, with huge french doors, a lawn that is always green and the brick is a perfect reddish colour. As I climb out of my car, the rain hits me hard. It only takes me a few seconds to lock up but I'm drenched in water.
I knock on the door a few times excited for Harry to open the door. I decided to surprise him today since I had time off work. When the door opens a random blonde girl opens it. She's wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear on.
"Can I help you?" she asks eyeing me up and down. I don't want to believe what's happening but I already know what he's done.
"No. This is the wrong house. Sorry to bother you." I reply coldly. She rolls her eyes and closes the door on me. I stand outside his house in the rain for a while and I let my heart slowly break. All of a sudden I feel nothing. I don't think I have anymore feelings left in me for this. I numbly walk towards my car and jump in soaked.
I start the ignition and I start driving. I don't care where I end up. I just want to drive.
Finally I end up at a beach. The waves are crashing onto the shore so hard I think they might break. It's funny how things break. One second they're completely fine, then the next second they're shattered into millions of pieces. It's funny how I broke. Ever since I was 18. I've only been in love with Harry and I have no idea what it's like to be in love with someone else. Harry's built me up so high, but I guess that's why I crashed so hard.
As the rain pours down harder and harder, I decide to stay. I sit in my misery and pain and I feel something digging at my back so I check it out. It's a green glass bottle with a message inside. I open it up and there's a letter inside, so I read it.
July 6th, 1940 Dear Lost Soul,
My name is Joseph, and I am sitting here on this beach writing this letter for a lost soul.Hopefully if you are reading this, you are in trouble and in need of guidance otherwise I have wasted my time.
When I'm feeling down, I come here. It reminds me of a summer love I once had with a girl named Belle. Every summer my family would escape the city and rent a beach side cottage for the summer, Belle lived next door. The minute I met her, I knew she was the one. When I was with her I was myself, but at the same time, she brought out parts of me I didn't even know existed. I've never loved anymore, more than I love her.
Unfortunately when we were both 18 she moved away to Italy. I vowed to stay in touch with her, and I did. I wrote her every single day, and she wrote me. You could say it was destiny for us to be together. No matter where we were, our love was everlasting for each other. But just like all good love stories, ours didn't come with a happy ending.
One day I got a letter from her saying it was too much to be away from me, and that she wanted space. We broke up July 6th 1939. A year ago today. Today, is her wedding. She's marrying some Italian boy, I don't care if he's a good person or a hero, he's an asshole in my eyes for stealing my girl. It's sad how I didn't fight for her. I should have, but I didn't.
Don't let love slip away from you, and if you decide to, just imagine waking up every day without them, every minute without their love and spending every second alone and miserable.
Love,
A Fellow Lost Soul
I roll the letter back up and place it back in the bottle. I slowly stand up and watch as the waters calm down. I must have been so into the letter because I didn't even notice the rain stopping. I look out into the ocean and clutch my heart necklace. The necklace Harry gave me. In a sudden moment, I feel free. I break the necklace and toss it into the ocean. I'm done. At this point, I'm not even sure if I love Harry anymore.
I pull out my phone and check the time. 3:03 am, July 6th, 2015. What a coincidence. I run back to my car and write a note to Harry. I rush back to his house and place it in his mail box before driving away. I'm leaving New York for good. I came to this city in hopes of finding love, and in particular finding Harry. Instead it's destroyed me.
I have nothing in this city, the only thing that's here is my heart, and for now. I don't want it.
Notes
What will happen nexttttt??? :)
Love,
ღ Alice Rose ღ
yass girl plz update
9/3/17