Love in a Photograph

He quickly rushes in and place his hands on my shoulders and tries to look at me in my eyes.

"Hayley what's wrong." I can see dad corner of my eye closing the door. "Sweetie, what has happened?" he asks. I take a step back, "Harry will you take a walk with me." I take his hand and look at my dad and shake my head.


We have been walking for about five minutes, we reach the park and I sit the opposite side of the bench as opposed to right next to him. "Hayley" he breaks the silence from our walk here. "Your scaring me baby" He moves closer to me. I finally gain the courage to look at him, I place both my hands on either side of his face. I take a deep breath. "Harry I love you so much, and no I will do whatever you want for me to help and get you through this" I have to assure him first I want him to know that I am here and not going anywhere even if he tries to push me away because in these situations that tends to happen, his pain will be my pain.

"Hayley I love you too, please you can tell me anything." I remove my hands from the sides of his face. I pull out the white envelope from my coat pocket and give it to him. It sits on his lap and he is still confused. "What's this?" he looks at the white paper. I grab his hands and kiss them. "Harry," I start to cry, but I have to get this over with. "Umm well your mum and dad they both died." I feel like a massive weight been lifted. He lets go of my hands, don't react Haley, don't take it personally.

I continue to cry I try and wrap my arm around him which he slowly allows. "I am here for you Harry, whatever you want." He continues to stare at the now midnight night sky. "We should head home" He stands up. Did he not hear what I just said? But I go along with it, whatever he needs. I stand up and take his hand.


We lay in complete silence in my bed. I caress his cheek and he slowly closes his eyes. "Tell me what your thinking, feeling." I whisper.
His eyes are still closed "I'm just happy your here with me Hayley." he moves closer to me our noses touching. "I love you" reassure him again.

My heart aches, breaks for this wonderful human being laying with me. His parents, both are gone. I can't help but wonder why isn't he emotional about it. I guess there is no right row ring way how to grieve and obviously Harry's grieving process is different and I accept that and will face what challenges that come with this certain time in our lives.

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