Photograph {Harry Styles}

She looks at her calender and sighs, not a thoughtful sigh, but a frustrated sigh. It has been exactly Nine years since her last Day of Peace. She has counted each and every day since he left, waiting for him to come back.
She pulls on her boots and heads for the field. Instead of opening the door and letting herself in, she climbs up on to the gate and looks bitterly at what used to be a beautiful field. She reaches for her back pocket of her ripped jeans and takes out the Photograph. She shakes her head at her stupidity; why is she still waiting for him? It's not like he'll ever come back. It's not like he'll even remember her if he does come back. Still, she waits like it was yesterday he left.

She walks back into the house and pulls off her boots in a dismissive manner. She runs up to her dark room and lays on the bed, looking at all his Photographs. It feels as if since he left, everything is in Black & White. The house in empty. Her life is empty and colorless. The only color left in this small farm are the Photographs. If only he'd never left, if only he could just be a best friend, not a world-famous singer and forgotten best friend.

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He looks at the Photograph, sadness filled in his eyes. Why did he have to leave? She's forgotten him, he can feel it. He has already broken to many of their promises. He promised he'd return soon, he promised they'd be together again, he vowed he'd fill their lives with color and emotions again. He can't say, but he's empty without his old life. He has to see her, one way or another.

Notes

I did not write the last three words on purpose. I just wanted to make that clear.
Anyway, soon things will be pieced together and the mist will clear; soon it will all make more sense.
Please, if you'd all be so lovely as to take a look at my other stories too, I'd be grateful. They're very different. x